I remember not so long ago melodramatically bemoaning having been born in the wrong time/place/dimension, but JC's soul seems to live and breathe by the grace of the rarefied air of 1980s pop rock. Listening to this album has been a bit like a Best of the 80s compilation CD, with updated production and JC's special way with lyrics. I don't mean that in any kind of derogatory way or as a dig at his creativity - I'm quite singularly infatuated with the era myself, and feel some of the best stuff in all musical history came out of it despite the generally bad, bad packaging. As
fucking_jc and I conversed the other night:
Leia: I loved how he took inspiration from all these different places and found ways to integrate them into his own kind of sound
Jules: yes! it's like, the inspiration is there, but the style is all JC
In fact, some would say his material is original close to a fault. Not myself, but then, I see nothing wrong in a world of alien lovers and their space cowboys having cybersex all night long. I just love his brain. *g*
( Extended ruminations, pseudo-analysis, and a whole lot of fun with Schizophrenic: )
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Leia: I loved how he took inspiration from all these different places and found ways to integrate them into his own kind of sound
Jules: yes! it's like, the inspiration is there, but the style is all JC
In fact, some would say his material is original close to a fault. Not myself, but then, I see nothing wrong in a world of alien lovers and their space cowboys having cybersex all night long. I just love his brain. *g*