The Piano Man in township tavern purgatory
In my Pinetown pub off Main Road, in the mid-'90s I used to hang out with a one-eyed fellow who'd regale me with stories of his time in the SA Navy:
When Bob Dylan was conferred with the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2016, there was an audible groan from large sections of novelist/writer/columnist types. We saw him looking like a rabbit in headlights struggling to get the simplest of melodies in that Netflix doccie on ‘We Are The World’. I hadn't seen Michael Jackson’s jaw reach his knees until that footage. God bless Stevie Wonder for ‘seeing’ the problem. I was raised on Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, Nina Simone, Aretha Franklin and Nat King Cole, but I discovered Bill Joel all on my own in the early '80s while shopping for a Brenda Fassie cassette...
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