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JUST ONE LOOK
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Okay, is it just me, or did this song eventually become the "Pepsi" song? I kept thinking it had a strange resemblance to something I'd heard. This is my least favorite song on this album. I wasn't crazy over it even before my husband pointed out the Pepsi thing. Or before I knew Rick didn't write it. (It didn't sound to me like one he'd write when I first heard it. I thought, "ok..Rick, whatever you say!" Then I learned the truth.) So now, with those 2 factors in play, I like it even less. About the only decent thing I have to say for this little tune: Rick's voice sounds heavenly, as usual. This is a skip-that-track tune in my book. I can bear it, but I definitely don't prefer it.
Ok, here we go...the decline of the album, second song in. Such a shame really if you think about it. I'm not sure what kind of record company executive would listen to this song and think, "Gee...that's really a gem, and I can't imagine why Rick Springfield left this off X album." Hopefully aforementioned Exec is no longer in the record business.
This song sucks. There, I've said it. I have a hard time even listening to the whole darn thing, and it ain't that long of a song. "Just one look, and I felt so all, all, all......ATCHOO!" I swear that is what I think when I listen...it sounds like Rick is about to sneeze. They don't sound like "all's" - they sound like that noise someone makes when they are about to sneeze. Well, at least people I know. Probably because I can't get past that thought; I can't bring myself to even listen to the remainder of the song with a straight face. "I found out just how good it feel...eel...eels...." for cryin' out loud, you're killing me here. It's like fingers on a chalkboard or something, I just wanna pop him in the back of the head to stop the delayed skip. This irritates me so much, that by the time we get to the i...i...ine and ew... ew....ew's of knew... well, I'm just not there anymore - listening to this song that is. The drums. The sound of the drums on this song sound like the demo drums of Rick's JG that he recorded at home. You know, the song that was included on the fan club record in the 80's where Rick explains that since he didn't do drums very well, he bashed on pillows. I'm thinking this track must've come from the same recording sessions. Either that, or the budget was so low on this recording, he brought those same pillows from home and used them at the studio. Frugal guy that he is, I wouldn't be surprised to find out that was it. ;) There, I did it. I managed to get through a review of this song. I wasn't sure it was going to happen, since I had to go back and listen to this one just to see if maybe my distaste had diminished a bit over the years. Unfortunately, it's exactly how I remember it. You know, this really is pretty cheesy, but for me it's kind of fun to listen to, and even more fun is the thought of what the look on Rick's face would be if *he* were listening to it. Oh my. His voice saves this song for me. I'd love to know the story behind why he ever chose to record this one in the first place.
For some reason I hear Linda Ronstadt's voice in my head when I think of this song, so I guess her version is the one I'm most familiar with. Or maybe it is the Pepsi commercial, I do watch a lot of tv.
It's a bit of a relief that Rick did not write this one, it's just a bit too cheesy for me. I think I could take the sound of the song but the stretching of the lyrics makes me think that instead of writing more words they just took the last one if every line and gave it way more syllables than necessary. I mean is it really need-ed-ed-ed? Perhaps once or twice for effect but once it starts it just keeps going-ing-ing-ing. And so by the third or fourth instance it's really getting on my nerve-es-es. The one saving grace for this song (to prevent it from being a complete skipper) is the breathy voice that Rick has-as-as. That's a nice feature of the song, but the lyrics drags just overdue it for me-e-eeeeeeeeeee. | |
