This is me still pretending that today is the day before.
All this Jonas Brothers business is making me think of my generation's one teen idol with power pop cred, however belated it was. With a career so surreal that being presented with his Grammy for best rock vocal by Ted Nugent and Adam Ant seemed logical, Rick Springfield was old enough to be the father of the Jonas Brothers by the time he hit the heights but it was well worth the wait. Two excellent albums built around a clutch of great singles added a nice crunch to top forty radio circa 81-83. "Jessie's Girl" may have kicked it off with a number one bang - bravo for "cute"/"moot" and briefly bridging the ghastly gap at number one between Air Supply's "The One That You Love" and "Endless Love" - but to my ears, his crown jewel is "Don't Talk To Strangers". Sitting tight for four weeks at number two, trying to relieve of us the ghastliness of "Ebony And Ivory", their was not enough crunch to withstand the treacle but, twenty-eight years later, I'm still far more interested in that "slick European dude" getting his ass kicked than living in anybody's perfectly boring harmony.
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