I’m a Billy Joel fan, but I’ll admit that he went through a big piece of his mid-career where his stuff is overly pretentious.
He won me over with The Stranger, which has lively, genuinely fun, pop songs (“Movin’ Out” and “Only the Good Die Young”), his ballads are thoughtful yet straightforward and unpretentious (“Just the Way You Are” and “Always a Woman”), and you get one song, “Scenes from an Italian Restaurant,” that is both. And then I went back and found he’d done some really great songs before that.
Then he lost me right back again with 52nd Street and Glass Houses, where the ballads, at least IMHO, are pretentious (“Honesty”) and the up-tempo stuff includes stuff like “Big Shot” and “Sleeping with the Television On” that I really don’t need to hear again. Not to mention the overly la-de-dah “Don’t Ask Me Why.” Someone close to him needed to hear that song and say, “Get over yourself, Billy.”
But then by the mid-80s his good songs start outweighing the crap again, and he concluded his career with River of Dreams, which is easily his best work.
But that’s the way it is with a lot of artists: a bunch of good songs, and a bunch of crap, but we remember and judge them on the good songs and forget the crap, unless of course they keep on playing the crap songs on ‘classic rock’ for the next few decades.