Billy Joel Is One of History's Most Popular Musicians. So Why Do So Many of Us Hate Him?

I've long believed that the first hugely popular music you realize you hate is in many ways as important a discovery as the first music you realize you love. There's something crucial and formative about the recognition that an artist whose music is beloved by millions makes your skin crawl, not simply in the realization that said music "isn't for you," but in the fierce and irrational conviction that those millions of people are wrong, that sometimes art that's enormously successful is not, in fact, correspondingly good. As misanthropic as that sounds, it's a significant milestone in coming to learn that everyone's taste is (or at least should be) individuated and distinct, and that those distinct tastes are a large part of what makes people attractive, maddening, and above all else interesting to one another. I don't remember exactly when I discovered I hated Billy Joel's music, but it was sometime in middle school, when as a relatively proficient young piano player, I was asked, for the 10th or 100th time, to play "Piano Man." At that age I only vaguely knew the song and hadn't learned how to play it, and for reasons I probably couldn't have articulated, I promptly resolved that I never would.