"I remember when I was very little, my dad was cleaning out his music collection. I was playing in the room at the time, not paying much attention, when suddenly this songs drifts out of the stereo and immediately captures me. For years and years afterward, I would hear this beautiful, haunting melody in my dreams. But I could never find where it came from. At one point I was convinced that it didn't exist at all. Until one day, my mom finds a Billy Joel disc shuffled behind the rest of our CDs. We put it into the car, and "We Didn't Start the Fire" fades out, the next song plays. . . and I'm hit full force with this beautiful, longing, driving melody once more. Sheer awe and nostalgia flood through every part of me as I am captured by this song once more. All I could do was sit in stunned silence for the rest of the trip.
I'm certain that no other song will ever give me such chills ever again."