{"id":6854,"date":"2018-03-11T13:40:23","date_gmt":"2018-03-11T17:40:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/?p=6854"},"modified":"2026-04-01T22:39:07","modified_gmt":"2026-04-02T02:39:07","slug":"reaching-for-the-stars-vol-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/2018\/03\/11\/reaching-for-the-stars-vol-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Reaching for the Stars, Vol. 4"},"content":{"rendered":"

Chart Week: March 5, 1983
\nSong: \u201cAllentown\u201d – Billy Joel
\nChart Position: #17, 15th week on the chart. Peaked at #17 for six straight weeks from February through March.<\/p>\n

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This week\u2019s edition is the first that draws from SiriusXM\u2019s VJ Big 40<\/em> show on its Eighties on 8 channel. For those not familiar, Eighties on 8 features three of the original MTV VJs – Nina Blackwood, Mark Goodman, and Alan Hunter – pumping out classic tunes all day.[1]<\/a> Each weekend they take an old Billboard Top 40 list and do their own recreation of a countdown of that week\u2019s hits. The show runs several times over the weekend, beginning Friday night and finishing with a Monday morning airing.<\/p>\n

Last week\u2019s show was from 1983. And I believe it proves the existence of the Music Gods.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s no doubt there are Woof Gods, beings poised to punish players and fans for hubris in sports. They are why no real fan thinks about the Final Four when your team hasn\u2019t even made it out of the first weekend of the tournament yet. The Woof Gods are always listening and know if you\u2019re imagining hanging a banner when there\u2019s still a nasty 8-seed to get past.[2]<\/a><\/p>\n

As for the Music Gods, their existence and purpose is more complex. Are these beings that play the right song at the exact right moment on a date? Do they allow you to, somehow, know what song is coming next on the radio before it plays? Or are they more like the Woof Gods in making sure any song you hate will be played far too often on a radio you have no control over?[3]<\/a><\/p>\n

Whatever their cause, I think the Music Gods have messed with me twice in the past year. Sometime late last winter, when another VJ Big 40<\/em> was also from 1983, I flipped by the show just in time to hear \u201cAllentown\u201d at least four different times. It happened on Saturday, twice on Sunday, and again on Monday.<\/p>\n

Last weekend it happened again. I heard \u201cAllentown\u201d once while dropping M off at volleyball practice Saturday afternoon. In the evening I heard it again while taking C to the store to get some school supplies. Sunday I ran out to get some stuff for breakfast. The moment the electronic system lit up, I heard the sharp factory whistle that opens the song. It\u2019s as though the Music Gods had their collective finger poised over the play button until I triggered the ignition. And Monday morning, after leaving an appointment, I heard the final five or so seconds of the song as soon as I got in the car.<\/p>\n

Pretty weird, huh?<\/p>\n

I swore I wrote about Billy Joel way back in the early days of the blog, about how I attempted to use his music to woo a foxy girl from Omaha that lived in my dorm my freshman year.[4]<\/a> I searched the archives and could not find the post, which means it must have been lost in one of my 800 redesigns of the site over the years. Or maybe I just imagined writing about it.<\/p>\n

Anyways\u2026part of that post was about how I grew up listening to a lot of Billy Joel. That was mostly because my mom loved him. She had all of his albums and played them often. One of my earliest music memories was her asking me to play \u201cPiano Man\u201d over and over again one day. As I got older, Joel was a good meeting point of our respective musical tastes. She was listening to more adult contemporary, I was mostly listening to Top 40 pop, and he was one of a handful of artists where those genres met. I continued to like Joel into college, until I went hard core New Jack Swing and Hip Hop, and later alternative rock. Billy\u2019s music was not cool anymore, so I packed his tapes away at home and never listened to them again. Unlike some other artists of that era, I\u2019ve never rediscovered my childhood love for his music. For awhile I hated it. Now I can tolerate some of his songs, but it doesn\u2019t move me the way, say, Hall & Oates does.<\/p>\n

But, hey, respect to Billy for one of the greatest careers in American pop music.<\/p>\n

This song is one of the few I can handle. Since it has been forced upon me these two weekends over the past year, I\u2019ve come to admire its lyrics, its sound, and its intent. Although Joel\u2019s music would never be called Heartland Rock, this song can certainly claim a thematic connection with that genre. \u201cAllentown\u201d fits right in with Bruce\u2019s songs about the factory workers of New Jersey, and Mellencamp\u2019s stories about Midwestern farmers who faced uncertain futures in the 1980s.<\/p>\n

I generally think of Joel\u2019s music being, ultimately, hopeful. \u201cAllentown\u201d ends suggesting that better days will come. But it also contains likely the bleakest lyrics of his career.<\/p>\n

Out in Bethlehem they\u2019re killing time
\nFilling out forms
\nStanding in line<\/p>\n

Well we\u2019re waiting here in Allentown
\nFor the Pennsylvania we never found
\nFor the promises our teachers gave
\nIf we worked hard
\nIf we behaved<\/p>\n

Every child has a pretty good shot
\nTo get at least as far as their old man got
\nBut something happened on the way to that place
\nThey threw an American flag in our face<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Joel\u2019s lyrics were also generally timeless, meaning they were not anchored into a specific era. But in \u201cAllentown\u201d you hear all the anger, frustration, and confusion of the time in which the song was written. A time when large parts of the country were undergoing dramatic changes from economic systems that had been in place since World War II.<\/p>\n

Perhaps that\u2019s the message the Music Gods were pushing on me. I\u2019ve often made fun of Billy Joel over the years. By forcing me to listen to \u201cAllentown\u201d four times a weekend, twice in a year, and getting the song stuck in my head, I suppose they wanted to remind me that Joel was worthy of some respect.<\/p>\n