

And there’s bulletproof glass between me and the audience. The stage is a living-room set: couch, TV, coffee table, food. Are you fucking kidding me? Now, I do have an idea for a farewell tour. You get up there, you make a lot of noise, girls scream, and you get shitloads of money.

There have been times when I’ve felt these are my last shows it’s time for me to get off the bleeding stage. Do you understand the impulse to say, “These are the last shows I’ll ever do”? But your Madison Square Garden residency is booked indefinitely. Your old pal Elton John is retiring from the road. “Getting ripped off, going to rehab, getting divorced, making albums and stopping - everything happened for a reason, even the bad shit.” He sips coffee from a takeout cup. It didn’t always used to, but now, pushing 70 years old, it does,” he says. “Life is funny, isn’t it?” It’s a week before the singer and erstwhile songwriter’s record-setting 100th concert at Madison Square Garden and Joel, dressed in a baseball cap, black T-shirt, plaid shorts, and sneakers, plops down on a leather couch. “My wife had to go into the city today,” he says as the Joel family chopper ascends. On a July morning, Billy Joel watches through the window of the study at his Long Island estate as a helicopter takes flight.
