loveless
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Bringing ballet to the masses. Sticking to the funk.
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Post by loveless on Mar 13, 2024 23:48:30 GMT
It turned out to be like a lottery ticket. CARMEN: "Are you saying the odds of a guy getting laid to my music are astronomical?!?! Chicks LOVE my records!!!"  |
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Post by sloopjohnc on Mar 18, 2024 23:25:32 GMT
Kind of a complicated figure in the pantheon, right? If you took all of the bands that might reasonably be called ‘power pop’ and arranged them on an axis from ‘the real thing’ to ‘pastiche,’ The Raspberries would be dead center on that line. They’d also be the earliest band to get anywhere near it. But at their best, they probably define the whole genre (good and bad) more than any other band. And while the other band members were indispensable, few bands were as emblematic of the whole unit as Eric Carmen was in The Raspberries. That guy’s talent, craft and swagger was just undeniable for a moment in time. I mean… shit… just sit with this… It’s both pastiche and completely authentic. It’s got that amazing vocal (like a power pop Roy Orbison who channel’s McCartney on the bridge). It’s as winsome as Brian Wilson and it’s its own thing too. A fucking marvel of a record. I was just the right age for The Raspberries to be one of the first bands I loved, and still young enough for something like “All By Myself” to not feel like selling out, but rather a dream-like expression of a child’s deepest fear. Maybe the 80s power-ballad era ruined him, and maybe Twitter allowed us to see parts of him that would have been better left unseen. But ultimately Eric Carmen did okay. He had a moment. Not everyone does. Ditto. |
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