So here you are in 1992. You’re a fan, mild, moderate, or extreme, of Joe Walsh (you know, maybe you recall that he played with your favourite band, The Eagles – making you a mild fan – or maybe you typed out, on a primitive portable typewriter with faded red ribbon, every single lyric to every single song on But Seriously, Folks, which you bought for $3.99 at Sam the Record Man in 1978 after saving up your measly allowance for weeks – hypothetically – making you an extreme fan). You’re in a record store, and you see to your delight that Joe has made a new album. But the title worries you. Songs for a Dying Planet? Omigod, as we did NOT say in those days – Joe’s gotten serious!
Was Joe Serious?
My fellow reviewer is often amazed at the breadth of my musical taste. (That’s not quite how he puts it – but let’s assume that “amazed” and “breadth” are what his comments really reflect.) But it’s true that I like all sorts of music. I am even (time for that oh-so-twenty-first-century rhetorical gesture, “full disclosure”) fond of a lot of what now is variously dismissed as “hair metal” or “eighties arena rock.”
I was happy when I realized I was lined up to review this record from the past, a significant one for me. It’s one of those I call the “Living Room Albums.”