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Nope. They were written by shit rags who’s only job was to shoot the hell out of anything with talent in the hopes that it would uplift all those shitty alt-punk-grunge bands that no one gives a crap about to this day. Pretty much the same dufusses who write for magazines like this one that wouldn’t know a band with talent if it fucked them in the ass.
Neil Schon can eat anyone’s lunch at guitar, (Yes, by playing fast, or “soulful” If he chooses, which is the retards excuse for dissing someone with actual talent, as in “he plays fast, but has no soul”). The songs (not just don’t stop) were well crafted works of art that bands today wish they could come close to creating, never mind the production. Find it funny that bands now all want that “analog warmth” that came natural to those guys and their contemporaries
Out in the real world I rarely find anyone who has heard a song off one of those first three albums, which is a shame, because they are truly great albums.
Still, I secretly enjoyed Wheel in the Sky, When the Lights Go Down in the City, and Dont' Stop Believing. And I find the story of their new lead singer, Filipino Arnel Pineda, and his addition to the band quite endearing.
--LAC
--LAC
= pretentious wankers all.
"... and found them unworthy of poring over the way they had Dylan, Lennon, or Springsteen. With the Beatles, people got a story; with Journey, people got songs..."
Well, these are, musicians, so they're supposed to make songs. Um, right?
I'm a musician. Musicians primarily make music. They may be colorful personalities, or not; a music fan (as opposed to cult-of-personality follower) will appreciate the music regardless. They may tell a story in their songs, or not (maybe they don't sing at all). They may wear a costume, or not. They may use light shows, smoke, fancy stages, multimillion-dollar videos, or not. They may excite academics, or not. They may give alienated, vaguely guilty-feeling white guys a feeling of primitivist "authenticity" via vicarious identification with oppressed minorities, or not. Regardless of any of these things, the thing to judge musicians by is their music. You seem to think the exact opposite: that personality, "story," image, costumery, staging are what matters, and the musical arts take a back seat. That pretty much sums up what's so mind-bogglingly wrong with an entire generation of rock critics. They just don't seem to like actual music.
--LAC