http://ledger.southofboston.com/article ... life02.txtCOMMENTARY - DON’T STOP BELIEVIN’ - ‘Sopranos’ write-ups off-key about Journey By JOHN ZAREMBA The Patriot Ledger‘Sopranos critics, you disappoint me. You are a smart and observant lot, but several of you made some glaring errors in your reviews of the series finale.
So we’ll set the record straight right here: Journey is not a hair-metal band, and ‘‘Don’t Stop Believin’’’ is not - I can’t even believe I have to say this - a ‘‘power ballad.’’
Journey is an arena-rock band, and its 1981 hit, the musical backdrop for our last look at Tony Soprano, is the genre’s signature piece.
But bloggers and TV writers love to over-reach. Some, in their quest to find irony in David Chase’s choice for the series’ final song, practiced a bit of revisionist musical history.
Journey: Hair band. ‘‘Don’t Stop Believin’’’: Power ballad.
Nonsense.
Let’s break this down and define the terms in question:
Hair metal: Some artists and fans take this as an insult. The proper name for the genre is ‘‘’80s glam.’’ It reached its golden age around 1987-88. Poison convinced legions of young men that neon pink was cool, Tawny Kitaen played a human hood ornament in Whitesnake’s ‘‘Here I Go Again’’ video, and Def Leppard’s ‘‘Hysteria’’ was outsold only by bread and water.
While those bands were having all the fun, Journey was on its deathbed.
Drummer Steve Smith and bassist Ross Valory, the rhythm section in the band’s classic lineup, were gone. Steve Perry’s solo album had been a huge hit two years earlier, and the band’s 1986 release, ‘‘Raised on Radio,’’ was a weak follow-up to the multi-platinum ‘‘Escape’’ (1981) and ‘‘Frontiers’’ (1983).
Glam bands either were good-looking or ugly guys who painted themselves to look like women. Journey, a band I love in the most un-ironic way possible, was an unfathomably dorky-looking group.
Just watch the videos. Steve Perry grew a creepy mustache in the middle of the band’s Frontiers tour. Neal Schon had an afro that rivaled TV painter Bob Ross’, and then he cut it, glued some sunglasses to his face and ended up looking like a greasy Ferrari driver.
And why, why, why did they put Valory in solid-colored jumpsuits?
Then there’s the attitude. Glam bands were the bands of party animals: ‘‘Let’s drink and do drugs all night and get the good-looking blonde to take her clothes off.’’
Journey, in its prime, was the band that people’s geeky older brothers liked: ‘‘Let’s listen to Journey and drink Cokes all night and play text-based adventures on my Apple IIE.’’
The bands’ attitudes are clearly reflected in their lyrics. Poison instructed women to talk dirty to them. Journey pledged fidelity and begged women to come back.
Glam bands did not concern themselves with fidelity or romantic longevity. They concerned themselves with making sure the good-looking women had backstage passes.
Journey is in no way a glam band, and I’ll never understand why anybody thinks they are.
It’s just as silly to call ‘‘Don’t Stop Believin’’’ a power ballad. Yes, Journey wrote some fine power ballads, but ‘‘Don’t Stop Believin’’’ is not one of them.
Back in the early ’80s, like a team of scientists researching the cure for cancer, Journey and several of its contemporaries reached a musical breakthrough worthy of the Nobel Prize: They figured out that if you write love songs with airy keyboards, cranked-up guitars and grand choruses, you had a hit on your hands.
There were lots of these hits. Certain people were put in certain moods, and much of the nation’s under-25 population was conceived. Even the guys in Foreigner and REO Speedwagon got lucky. They want to know what love is, and they can’t fight this feeling any longer.
‘‘Don’t Stop Believin’’’ isn’t even a love song: It vaguely tells the story of two people who evidently got on a midnight train and went somewhere to do something. Along the way they are instructed by Journey that they are not to stop believing. Or believin’. Either way.
The lyrical narrative is pretty unspecific, and that’s fine, because what makes the song great is not the story but the style: Jonathan Cain played a great piano hook, Steve Perry sang really high and Neal Schon played the guitar really fast. Taken literally, the song is very bright and optimistic and it makes people feel good.
Power ballads are slow and heartbroken. The guy lost the girl. The guy got the girl back, but only after some painful ordeal. Or in a few cases, the guy is a ridiculously famous rock star on the road, and he’d trade all the fame in the world for a night back home with his woman. (Awwww.)
‘‘Don’t Stop Believin’’’ just doesn’t work as a power ballad. It’s an anthemic, mid-tempo tune that’s not about a girl or the strain of life on tour.
It’s deliberately unspecific and really not about much of anything, which may explain why Chase chose it for the ‘‘Sopranos’’’ last moments.
You can believe that Tony lived, you can believe that Tony died. Just like you can believe that ‘‘Don’t Stop Believin’’’ is about young ambition, or a desperate last grasp at a pipe dream.
By now, it should be pretty clear that all Chase wanted to do is to leave us unsure of what it was we shouldn’t stop believin’.
John Zaremba may be reached at
jzaremba@ledger.com .
Copyright 2007 The Patriot Ledger
Transmitted Saturday, June 16, 2007