An album purely for the curios dedicated Billy Joel (or to a lesser degree, Elton John) fan. While the packaging design is dreadful the actual performances don't rate much better.
The package design is amateurish and uninspired, with crude, inappropriate, clumsy and unnecessary liner notes, complete with typo (referring to Elton John as Elton Joel), which instantly sets the scene. The track choices verge on the bizarre with Elton John only making 'guest appearances' to duet with Joel on six of the fifteen songs (only three of which are his, and never performs alone unlike Joel) - although Joel does provide one additional moment of interest with a solo rendition of Elton John's 'Candle in the Wind'. The album's editor has presumably made a commercial decision to weight the album heavily towards evoking the atmosphere of a pure Billy Joel concert, which is at odds with the potential novelty factor and opportunity to offer something completely different with a more radical song selection from the concert. The highlights are clearly the duets and in particular the respectful rendition of Piano Man to close. The song choices, running orders and pregnant pauses between segments create an incoherent and strange 'bootleg type' experience and an unsettling unnatural live album experience.
While Elton John's vocals are more familiar to the records, he faithfully auto-pilots his way through his commitments to leave Joel - who does appear to exude more genuine enthusiasm - who on this particular night, sadly, is not an artist at the top of his game. Most (all) of his performances, along with the band, are simply rather shoddy ('Still Rock and Roll to Me'). He regularly sounds like exactly what some had observed during this period - a retired middle aged performer casually showing up to grind through songs at large auditoriums. There are never any bad notes, but plenty are missing, even from the least demanding of melodies ('Allentown'). When contrasting the performances of 'Just the Way You Are' and 'The Stranger' with the same songs on a "sister" publication, also from 'Immortal' records (Billy Joel, Live from Long Island), the results are cruel. While the pure gusto of his performance is perfectly fine - and adored by all in attendance - and typically provides exhilarating live performances, these don't translate to, or merit, live albums. Years later, his regular touring (and sobriety) would restore a level of vocal fitness and return his vocal sensibilities, as heard on the quality 'Live at Shea Stadium'.
Both artists missed a solid and obvious opportunity to release a more 'official' product (and carefully selecting from a range of performances).
Not for the casual listener.