There’s nothing like a piano woman (OK, it can be a man too) for setting a mood—and yes, I play that one…how could you not?!  La la, di da, da da dum.


As made famous by Kim Carnes (but don’t watch that video…death to 80s videos!).  Written by Donna Weiss and Jackie DeShannon.


Years ago, in a stop through Salt Lake City, Utah, we stopped into a mall. Some guy in a white suit was playing piano…Matt Bachrach. Never heard of him, but we liked his stuff. My folks bought a couple of his cds…he autographed them for me and my big sis’. In 2008, his car struck an overturned tractor trailer…and that was that. As so often is the case, I don’t know whether to cry because his life was too short or because he left something beautiful behind. Here’s to you, Matt; I hope that, wherever you are, it makes you smile that we still remember you came.


One of Leonard Cohen’s finest, which is really saying something.  Sometimes, it seems you have to be outside of something—here, for him, Christianity—to see it just right.


I love what the Boss sees in Philadelphia…and what Tom Hanks can make of most anything.  Two of the best for sure.


Here…I…am!  Another great from singer-songwriter Joshua Kadison.


This one’s from Beck’s Song Reader, played at a local charity fundraiser.


There’s nothing more New York than Billy Joel, and I love them both!


It’s a very, very MAAADDDD world…and, hey, it was already like that before I got here.  So, don’t you go blaming me…


This one’s hard for a kid who can just reach an octave!  But what a great song.  It’s by the piano man, Billy Joel.


“The book of love is long and boring”…now how could you not love a song that starts like that?!


Nobody tells a better musical story than Billy Joel (the boss is tied), and I don’t think he’s told a better one than this.  But then perhaps I’m biased, having lived out this way…


In our messed up world, these simple lyrics are ones I often need to hear.  And repeat.  And hear again.  And it makes sense that it would be the final single before McCartney announced he was leaving the Beatles.  In the words of his (departed) wise mother—and surely wise mothers everywhere—“It will be all right, just let it be.”