I’m trying out a new featurette here, not as though I need another category of posts. SWYW has problems with focus, as it is. A few months ago I wrote about my harmless addiction to sunflower seeds. From time to time I think I just need to get some stuff off my chest.
So here we go, Confession #1:
I used to be a pretty big fan of Michael Bolton’s. Yes, the late ’80s/early ’90s crooner of such hits as “How Am I Supposed to Live Without You,” “Time, Love and Tenderness, and “Love Is a Wonderful Thing.” I had three of his CDs, including one where he butchered timeless classics — it was actually called Timeless: The Classics — like “You Send Me” and “Hold On, I’m Coming.” Of course, he’d taken to recycling hits on previous albums, songs like “When a Man Loves a Woman” (famously recorded by Percy Sledge), Willie Nelson’s “Georgia on My Mind” (rendered incomparably by Ray Charles) and the Otis Redding classic, “(Sittin’ on) the Dock of the Bay.”
I guess he wasn’t all that bad, since five of his albums went multi-platinum. Because record sales always prove whether or not a musician is good.
Michael Bolton and Richard Marx were all I listened to for about a year when I was in junior high. Whereas Marx sang effortlessly beautifully, Bolton sounded as though he’d cough up a lung on every song. Just when you thought he couldn’t go any higher, he’d muscle up like a professional body builder and reach for one more half step.
Ah, Michael Bolton, what’re you up to these days. Probably still straining for one more note.