Billy Joel, they can’t stand you because of your music; because of your stupid, smug attitude; because of the way you ripped off your betters to produce music that rarely reaches the level even of mediocrity. You could dress completely au courant and people would still loathe your lame lyrics.
It’s not that they dislike anything exterior about you. They dislike you because of who you really are inside. They dislike you for being you. At a certain point, consistent, aggressive badness justifies profound hostility. They hate you just the way you are.
My second concert was a Billy Joel show, at the Providence Civic Center (now the Dunkin’ Donut Center). Take the argument on its merits, one of which is the opener, which poses the question, “Are there absolute standards for judging art?” It does not, however, answer that question or even really try to. Too bad.