You had me at "Piano Man."
http://ayearofbillyjoel.com/post/15931832774/pianoman-songI'm sorry for your loss. I know someone who has bar stories sort of like that and finds significant moments in music.
That is some major coincidence that Bad Company and Piano Man played one after the other. You really told the story well too. The song totally does sneak up on you, then distract you with the eclectic patron descriptions, then playcate you with the inoffensive repetition of moving piano rhythms to the point that you are just resigned to its catchy inoffensiveness.
I've always been indifferent to Billy Joel's music myself. Except for "My Life." When I lived in Japan for a year my high school boyfriend was there in the Navy and played with a band in bars in his time off on shore. One night he and the bass player went to karaoke with us to the sort of ideal karaoke place that has isolated rooms and all you can drink tickets. The sort of place where some people go to practice all by themselves and reach perfect pitch to impress their friends later. Maybe there are places like this in California but they don't exist at all in the midwest or south so I haven't had this experience since I returned to the States.
I sang "Son of a Preacher Man" like I always do because Dusty Springfield is my safe zone in karaoke since I memorized it while driving around town to a lovingly burned copy of the Pulp Fiction soundtrack from the same boyfriend who now in 2006, just before I started to sing, tapped me on the shoulder and helpfully said, "Don't screw up!"
Did I mention I have this song memorized? I didn't forget the words, but the tap and jibe threw my pitch out and I squeaked my way through the "someone's nonmusical girlfriend"-est rendition I'd ever done. When I finished, the Japanese bass player my boyfriend was friends with said I did a great job. And I thanked him, but this was only one step better than the night I sang Pulp's "Common People" and got tapped on the shoulder by an elderly stranger who said, "Wow, I had NO IDEA where that was coming from!"
After praising me for the impassioned squeaky alto vocals, the bass player got up and proceded to sing "My Life." I had been told eariler this guy was a huge Billy Joel fan but I was impressed nonetheless. He was pitch perfect and put a lot of energy into it. The only thing odd was that he used so much vibrato and had a slightly higher and thinner tenor voice.
I never listen to this song but I found myself memorizing it on the first hear. Just like "Piano Man" in the story above, it stands as a symbol to this day of that group of people and a defining moment in my own life. I'm not as cool and don't travel anymore and karaoke is less convenient and more scary. But that's still the best Billy Joel song I know.