It’s early in the morning at Webster’s, but the cafe is already packed and Grace is the only one working in the cafe. It’s a rule here to keep records spinning, so people in the cafe don’t have to have conversations in awkward silence. I think that’s a great rule. So when Grace was frantically taking orders while making food while making drinks and the Monkees finished their last song, I asked her if she wanted me to flip the record for her. It was on side two, so she asked if I could just pick a new record.
In this rare opportunity I thought about going with something obscure, but quickly decided against it. I wanted to listen to something familiar. I had been listening to Girlyman this morning, so I was in that kind of mood and immediately looked for some Indigo Girls. I couldn’t find any and so I decided to go with something that would instead invigorate me and make me feel alive – Billy Joel.
I grabbed Glass Houses instinctively, because 1) it’s great. And 2) it’s Stacy’s favorite Billy Joel album. And you can’t go wrong with an album that starts with the sound of someone smashing a window.