I went last night to Nationals Park to see the 2009 rendition of the Face to Face Tour with Billy Joel and Elton John. When I look at my lifetime as a music fan, Billy Joel was always one of my favorites since I was young. There was a time I would have considered myself a bigger Billy Joel fan than a Springsteen fan. My first concert was in January, 1987, as part of The Bridge tour. I enjoyed his writing, his musical ability, his energy and his showmanship. Even though he essentially retired from recording in the mid ‘90s, after The River of Dreams, a phenomenal recording, Joel still performed now and again, and I saw him play several times whenever he came to town.
I became an Elton John fan sometime in the late ‘80s/early ‘90s, when it became okay to be one. I remembered a lot of his early music from the radio, and once he put aside his ultra-flamboyant side on stage, I recognized him as a phenomenal performer, and a musician on par with Billy Joel, if not better. I remember thinking when I saw them in 1994 on their original Face to Face Tour, that this was the ultimate pairing, and I recall that show (at RFK Stadium) filling the place up, and really rocking. It was everything that a rock concert should be.
Last night, though, I had other feelings. I think it starts with the fact that they are two 60+ year old performers, neither of whom have written anything relevant in well over a decade. They filled the park with enthusiasts, which clearly ranged in age from teenager to older than me. I think the crowd really wanted to get into the show, but struggled to do so. I am used to shows where you get up on the first number, and you are on your feet until the end. Last night, I sat for almost the entire show. Admittedly, it was an interesting format. Both men came out in the beginning to play a couple of tunes together, and it was understood that they would follow that with a set of each of them playing their own songs solo, ending with a set where they would play together.
From the get go, some things weren’t right. They opened up with two relatively quiet songs (John’s Your Song and Joel’s Just the Way You Are). I am used to shows where the opening cuts are meant to get my ass rocking, not songs that are meant to gently remind me that the show is starting, and that it might be time for me to get to my seat. There were some other technical issues, both with the sound and with John’s piano, such that the opening set was scrapped during the 3rd song, and going right into Joel’s solo set.
I’m not going to say that his set was bad. He picked ten-odd songs that most casual fans would know, and most of them were high-energy songs (Only the Good Die Young, Angry Young Man, River of Drams, We Didn’t Start the Fire, It’s Still Rock & Roll to Me), but there was something to the set that was missing: a spark, or a connection with the audience. Admittedly, one can only make so much of an impression when in essence he is only playing half the show, not a full concert.
When Elton John came back on stage, he did so in a manner which I considered to be a bit cantankerous, as if to say that he was still upset about the earlier technical difficulties. I will say that I am a decent Elton John fan, which is to say that I know most of his biggest hits, and when I saw him live in 1995, by himself, I seem to remember being familiar with all of his songs. With that being said, when he opened up, he did so with a tune that I had no idea what it was. He did give an intro that was mumbled, perhaps due to acoustics and perhaps due to his British accent. The same thing happened to the 3rd song. I was looking around me, and in essence, the audience, almost all sitting down, save for those running to the beer stand, had no idea what he was playing. He eventually put together a decent string of his best hits (Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, Philadephia Freedom, Rocket Man, Bennie & the Jets, Daniel, Tiny Dancer), and revived the set, but in my eyes, the damage had already been done. I felt as if he was on stage playing, but for himself, and not really working to engage the audience in a way that I am used to.
The highlight was clearly in the closing set, when both men took the stage together for a final set, where they played some great tunes together, alternating from each other’s catalogs. They played I Guess that’s Why They Call Them the Blues, You May Be Right, Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me, and climaxing with a joint Piano Man. The energy was great, and the audience finally were engaged and on their feet. Unfortnuately, a lot of those on their feet were on their way towards the exits to get an early jump on the Metro. Admittedly, I was one of them, although I compromised by leaving my upper-deck seat to hear/see the last set on ground level so that I could bolt right when they were finished.
Don’t get me wrong, it was not a bad show. It is tough to put together a good program with two men with such huge catalogs. With many artists, they will craft a show which gives you an emotional charge at the beginning to get you into it, cools it off a bit, only to build back up and hit a home run at the end. I maybe spoiled by decades of Springsteen shows, but this is the roller-coaster ride I am looking for in a show. For me, a great show will make me forget about everything else: whatever stresses I may be having at home/work, the metro ride over, the rest of the audience, what I am doing tomorrow…a total means of taking my focus, and keeping it there through the last song. I didn’t have that tonight. I give the show a 6.5/7 on a scale of 1-10. It was not the worst show I have ever seen, but definitely not the best. I am not sure what I was expecting. Maybe I am being too critical about the performance, but since I have seen them both play separately (and together) before, I was making a mental comparison which did not come out favorably.
It did make me think about the art of staying relevant, and of their place in modern entertainment. The great thing about music is that you need not ever actually retire, if there are still people who want to hear what you have to say. When you have had careers like these two, you have created music that will live on forever, and which could easily transcend generations, even if it is stylistically and lyrically different than most of what you would hear on the radio today. Unfortunately, what I heard last night may have been better suited to a Las Vegas greatest hits review type show. The casual fan probably was very pleased with the show, while people like me were a bit disappointed. I heard people on the Metro, both older and younger than me, say that it was the best show they had ever been to. I’m glad they thought so; a rock concert should be a good time. I’m glad that they got their money’s worth.
It made me think of Michael Jackson, and all this ridiculous hype we have witnessed in the past two weeks since his death. At what point, I wonder, does one become irrelevant as a performer, even if the music is still forever frozen in the time in which it was written/recorded? When I think of Jackson, Joel and John, all three are decades past their primes, That doesn’t mean that they don’t have fans of their music, but that doesn’t mean that their ability to present it in concert is still at its best. When they made cracks about thanking us for coming and buying tickets, and that they are still happy to be working, it made me think that they were only in it for the money. As a fan, I don’t want to see a show where the performer’s heart clearly isn’t into it. A greatest hits review show is a hard thing to sit through at times, when you know that there is absolutely nothing new to hear that you haven’t heard before. That being said, it can be an experience to treasure, knowing that you may not seen them live again…no one can really perform at this level forever.
I know that these types of thoughts always come back to a comparison with Springsteen especially since he is essentially from the same era as a peak performer, in the 1970’s and 1980’s. The reason why I love seeing his shows is that from one tour to the next, there is always new music, interspersed with old favorites. He acts like he is on a mission, and the audience clearly gets sucked in as part of his show, and for 3 hours, nothing else exists. There is no way that you want to get up early to leave, or miss a song, simply because you never know what you might miss out on. His songs reflect his vision of the world as he sees it now, and while he may still sing the songs of a 25 year old in some songs, he is also writing as a 60 year old. While his songs may not inundate the radio, the music he produces still has meaning and value today.
I can’t say that I would have wanted to go see Michael Jackson play live, had he come here, because I will forever remember Michael (musically) as the man who performed and dance to the Thriller songs, and to a lesser extent, to the material on Bad. By the time that Dangerous came out in the early 1990’s, he had already started slipping into the abyss of weirdness, which was ultimately followed by behavior that ranged from erratic, to curious, to egotistical, to questionable, and to possibly societally unacceptable. As I see his album sales soar now, and the nation collectively mourn his death, I still can’t figure out how millions of youths can be so torn apart by the loss of a man that they never knew as a great performer. His hey-day was when I was in elementary and intermediate school; many of the the people I see posting on the internet about how they grieve his loss were barely born when he still had much of a level of credibility as a performer. It almost makes me angry, because it feels as if he is being martyrized by people that should have seen him for the freak that he had become. Then it struck me.
The reason why Michael Jackson is being revived and revered as a musical legend is not because he died tragically, or because of possibly dying too young. He is being celebrated for much the same reason why I went to the concert last night. Musical fans want to remember their idols or musical favorites for the people they were when they were on top. The relevance of the Michael Jackson, Billy Joel, or Elton John catalogs, or even as current performers stems from the lasting and indelible imprints they have made in history. You can argue all you want about the significance that pop music, or any other form of art, in terms of society as a whole, but through their music, they have left their marks. They have made us happy through their creations. I went last night to hear Elton and Billy play as 30 or 40 year olds, not as 60 year olds, and maybe that was not realistic. It has been decades since most people would have readily admitted to being a Michael Jackson fan, but there are very few people who were music fans in the 1980’s who could deny enjoying his music, or watching his ground-breaking videos. I still enjoy certain tunes from Michael Jackson, and always will, even if the person he became was not someone I could necessarily understand. I will forever remember the younger, MTV-pioneering Michael, and I will always remember what Billy Joel did for me in my youth, even if I have to admit that his days as a peak performer are well behind him.
This whole idea of outgrowing your performing abilities is somewhat clouded, given that Springsteen still hasn’t lost much of a step, but I am willing to accept that older musicians may not seem relevant to the general public. For the older generations, their significance is in their ability to take us back to a different place and time, and provide us with that familiar feeling of comfort, reminding us when we listen that those places in our life are not gone forever. Even as these performers may come and go, we can use their music to continue to inspire newer listeners, as we may once have been enticed to listen in the first place. It is the glory of music, and it is what will continue to link us between the present in the past, and enrich each of our lives in a very personal way.