Title: Shiksa madness -- the worst.
Product review: This is where I mark Joel's decline into fatuousness (although some would put it earlier), and all because of his hooking up with model Christie Brinkley. Her effect on him was rather like Linda McCartney's on Paul McCartney -- for some reason, she made him stupid. "Tell Her About It" and especially "Uptown Girl" were his absolute nadir, made more horrible by the preceding nearly perfect albums (The Stranger, 52nd Street and Glass Houses) and one fairly good one (Nylon Curtain). To think that this drivel came from the man who wrote "Honesty," "She's Got A Way," "New York State of Mind," "My Life," and "Scenes From An Italian Restaurant" is just appalling. You'd do much better with ANY of the aforementioned CD titles.
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