Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts

Thursday, August 27, 2020

The 1980 Listening Post - Chicago - Chicago XIV

Chicago - Chicago XIV 


#286

by Tom Mott
Chicago 
Chicago XIV  
Allen’s Rating: 2 out of 5
Tom’s Rating: Rating: 3.3 


Highlights: 
Upon Arrival 
Song for You 
Where Did the Lovin' Go 
Thunder and Lightning 
The American Dream  

From 1976 to 1980, there was only one stereo in our house. My brother's. He played (and still plays) the trombone, and even though there was a smattering of Eagles, Steely Dan, and Earth Wind & Fire, his record collection was dominated by Chicago. Chicago Transit Authority, Chicago II, Chicago III, Chicago IV ... all way the up through Hot Streets (XII) and Chicago XIII. Every day after school we'd hear one or two sides of a Chicago album before he headed out to deliver papers on his paper route. His first band, Octane ("a high-powered gas") played Chicago songs for the Lompoc Flower Festival Queen pageant. His second band, Backstreet, played Chicago songs at the Aquarium Room at the Lompoc Bowling Alley. 

This band is in my bones and part of my family history. While the rest of you were listening to KISS and Led Zeppelin and Elton John, I was listening to Chicago, Chicago, and Chicago. My first concert was Chicago. Live at the L.A. Greek Theater in 1978. I was 13. It turns out it was Jim Shanman's first concert too. Small world! The opening act was Bill Conti, composer of Rocky, conducting the LA Philharmonic. It was Chicago's first live performanes after Terry Kath died, and they had recruited Donnie Dacus (from the movie version of Hair). And you know what? Chicago roared like a beast! The entire concert is on YouTube. 

 Chicago XIV came out the year my oldest brother left for college in Arizona, which meant he was finally loosening his grip on our household's music. That was good and bad, Mister Dan Fucking Folgelberg. 

My strongest memories of this album are listening to it on cassette in the family Chevy van as we made the 14-hour drive from Lompoc to Tuscon. This is the soundtrack to getting out of the hotel pool for sudden lightning storms, discovering Mister Pibb and fried zucchini sticks. 

 So what to make of this album? It's middle-of-the-road Chicago. If you like Chicago, you won't hate it. If you dislike Chicago, it won't change your mind. It falls sonically but not chronologically between Make Me Smile and If You Leave Me Now. It's well after their big brassy hits of the really early 70s, and after Peter Cetera's big mid-70s ballads, but before Summer Lovers. 

In my mind, it's the last of the classic Chicago albums. 

Their last on Columbia. 

Their last to have John Berg designed cover art. 

Their last with percussionist Laudir de Oliveira. 

Their last before working with David Foster.

 It's a little tired. It's "white guys gettin' funkay" at times. The horn players are still a vital part of the band, and it's not all-Cetera all-the-time, but this is definitely end-of-the-seventies stuff. I'd give anything to be a 13-year-old back at Doubletree Tucson one more time, eating mud pie at the Lunt Avenue Marble Club, so I've listed more highlights than there probably are. P.S. Peter Cetera is an excellent bassist. 

 Bonus Review! 

 Chicago XIV  
Review by Robert Mott 

Highlights: 
Doin’ Business (2003 CD re-issue bonus track) 
Live It Up (2003 CD re-issue bonus track) 

Robert’s Rating: 2.0 

 For a supergroup with an impressive discography spanning over 50 years, Chicago XIV is one of the most forgettable and disappointing offerings from Chicago. This 1980 album featured no breakout hits and seemed to be still grasping for a new sound direction after the devastating loss suffered by founding guitarist Terry Kath’s unfortunate Russian roulette suicide just two years previous. Founding bassist Peter Cetera is prominently featured with the majority of the lead vocals, but without the fresh production sound that would come another year down the road with producer David Foster at the helm (and the introduction of some new songwriters that were not members of the band and the fresh vocal and keyboard infusion from Bill Champlin who debuted on Chicago XVI). 

It seems XIV is an album that truly marks the end of the first chapter of the "Chicago sound" — though some could argue that the best tunes of that era were all recorded five albums previous, before the release of Chicago IX (their first Greatest Hits album). 

In fact, Columbia Records used the poor chart performance of Chicago XIV to sever the band's recording contract. The horn arrangements feel like retread licks from previous Chicago songs and the horns themselves seem mixed down into the background more than ever before (on the original 10 song album release).

BONUS TRACKS RELEASED IN 2003:

It seems as if Chicago was cautiously experimenting with a new rhythmic guitar-driven sound that could place them into the mix of some of the era’s top groups, like The Police or The Cure (most evidently heard in Doin’ Business), but they chose to keep this experimentation hidden until the release of the bonus tracks in 2003. Arguably the best horn tune of Chicago XIV – Live It Up — penned by trombonist James Pankow, was also relegated to the bonus tracks. For my money, I’d skip this album altogether and dust off Chicago Transit Authority, II, III, V, VI, or VII for a worthy re-listen. 

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

The 1986 Listening Post - Chicago - Chicago 18

Chicago - Chicago 18



#395/2074
September 28 1986
Chicago
Chicago 18
Genre: David Foster
1.5 out of 5





I was driving on the 405 with my son, coming back from Tae Kwon Do. LA traffic is horrible but not just because of the amount of cars, the drivers are all assholes who think that if they can just get ONE.MORE. CAR. LENGTH ahead they will win some kind of award or something. 
They merge out of the blue, often illegally. They pass on the right when they aren’t supposed to. It’s generally horrible. 
I notice all of this much more after 30 years of driving here because I have a smart car that takes care of much of this for me. 
So, when the car swerves to avoid an accident it screams at me and I make sure I am in total control. 
When that happened today the thought that went through my head was, “Dammit, please don’t make Chicago the last fucking thing I hear before I die.”

I hate this album.

And I still don’t understand what “25 or 6 to 4” means. And once I learned what it meant, I hated it even more. 

This is what a really REALLY shitty Tubes album sounds like. Seriously. 


Monday, December 30, 2019

The 1986 Listening Post - Peter Cetera - Solitude/Solitaire

Peter Cetera - Solitude/Solitaire




#244/1369
June 23 1986
Peter Cetera
Solitude/Solitaire
Genre: Better than David Foster
2.25 out of 5



You know what? That opener, “Big Mistake”? That’s not a half bad track…for 1982. With all the plinky synths and angularity. 
And if treacle is the jam for your biscuit, please try the theme to Karate Kid II, “Glory of Love”. Harmless and saccharine sweet.

Michael Omartian is all over this record and every time his name pops up I can be assured that the record will be pretty meh and that I will always wish that he was an actual Irish person from Mars. 


Sunday, February 3, 2019

The 1984 Listening Post - Chicago - Chicago 17

Chicago - Chicago 17


#110
May
Chicago
Chicago 17
3 out of 5

Highlights:
You’re the Inspiration
Prima Donna


Boy, the production on this is fantastic. David Foster really knows how to ride the boards. That said, this is super generic AOR “rock”. If there were no horns…well…they could be The Tubes less interesting cousin. I kid. But Foster is applying his know-how that worked that magic last year on Outside/Inside here but these guys don’t have a sense of humor. They are soooo fucking earnest that they are dullards. 
If there ever was a band that Compilation Albums or Playlists were made for, it’s Chicago. 
My inner conflict arises when I hear “Along Comes a Woman” with the inane lyric “There is a time when a man needs someone to talk to
Someone to talk to, somebody who'll always be there. All alone, nothing seemed to matter. So alone, doesn't get much better. Can't explain something that you're feeling.”
So, not all the time. The dude is fine MOST of the time but then when he realizes he needs something from a woman…he seeks one out. God, what a self-absorbed asshole. But that song is followed by “You’re the Inspiration” with it’s made for weddings “You're the meaning in my life. You're the inspiration. You bring feeling to my life. You're the inspiration. Wanna have you near me. I wanna have you hear me sayin’. No one needs you more than I need you”

So…I guess he learned something…? But not really because it’s all about his need, not about love. Is Chicago just a really needy bunch of a-holes? Sounds like it to me. 

Chicago are all about big BIG feelings in big BIG songs that sound like they are trying to knock the doors off a stadium while taking aim directly at your girlfriend’s heart. In the end, however, Chicago, just wants to buy her some wine and talk. And talk and talk and talk. 
In other words, Chicago may or may not suck, but they definitely do not fuck.