Tricked
“While he sang for Journey, he made people believe in themselves, weep over long distance relationships, and inquire at transit stations about midnight trains. Together with his bandmates, he fully explored the hidden depths and nuances of the word whoa—teasing out shades of meaning and connotations that I would have been hard pressed to discover, even with two thousand years of attention to the problem—and I’m willing to bet that the pathos with which he imbued the syllable na shall never be equalled in the history of the human race.
He was a god of rock. He nearly solved all the world’s problems with nothing but power chords and anguished cries into a microphone.
But his power to uplift the spirit did have a limit—a limit shared, I might add, by every other band—and that was the inability to ameliorate the soul-destroying visual discord of corporate fast-food franchises. Some acquaintance or another would periodically drag me into one of the horrors, and, under the malign influence o...f a décor scheme that assaulted my retinas with primary colors, Steve would be singing “woe”MoreLess
He was a god of rock. He nearly solved all the world’s problems with nothing but power chords and anguished cries into a microphone.
But his power to uplift the spirit did have a limit—a limit shared, I might add, by every other band—and that was the inability to ameliorate the soul-destroying visual discord of corporate fast-food franchises. Some acquaintance or another would periodically drag me into one of the horrors, and, under the malign influence o...f a décor scheme that assaulted my retinas with primary colors, Steve would be singing “woe”MoreLess
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