Billy Joel made a good excuse to visit Melbourne last weekend. Since he wasn't going to head over & play in the Kingdom, I had to travel.



Flying is something I've only done a couple of times before & considering I get travel sickness at the drop of a hat, being above the clouds has never affected me in the slightest. It is scary in some respects, because I always have that fear in the back of my mind that I'll get that sudden hot flush & tingling in my hands which will push me close to the edge. In mid-flight, you can't just ask the pilot to pull over so you can get some fresh air. So far, so good!



My sister has been banging away on piano for decades replicating the many tunes of Mr Joel, so I can't remember anything in the set that I wasn't singing along with. She flew in from Canberra burnt & sore from the smogless atmosphere of the political capital.









Okay, so those last three are from my mobile phone. I thought there would be more security on the door than there was. No checks at all! If only I'd known.

For a guy aged 57, Billy has all the energy of twelve year old playing kiss chasey! Amazing night & a great mix of old & older tunes (nothing new from BJ since "River of Dreams" back in 1993). The audience enjoyed every moment & although it seems to be quite passé, "Piano Man" is the only possible song which could close a Billy Joel show, with the help of 15,000 people in accompaniment of course.

We spent the rest of the weekend wandering, so there's more to come...