
We Didn't Start the Fire
Joel wrote it at forty, after a twenty-one-year-old told him the fifties were dull; he has called the melody terrible.

Joel wrote it at forty, after a twenty-one-year-old told him the fifties were dull; he has called the melody terrible.

Joel woke with the melody, tried to wash it away in the shower, and gave in to gospel.

Richie Cannata's sax break, Joel needling critics and fashion alike, and his first American number one.

Number twenty-four on the Hot 100, and still a Song of the Year nominee; Ramone cut it at A&R.

Joel chasing Frankie Valli's falsetto and the Four Seasons' bounce; five weeks at number one, his only UK chart-topper.

Every voice on the record is Joel's, stacked over Doug Stegmeyer's bass; doo-wop rebuilt by one man.

Liberty DeVitto hated reggae, so the demo's lilt became a shuffle; the radio bans only sold more copies.

Bebop alto player Phil Woods takes the solo, and the melody Joel dreamed won Record and Song of the Year.
A lounge gig, a fake name, Bill Martin, and every regular at the Executive Room written into a verse.