I know this guy that was a little older than me, and he hung
around some of the girls I knew, and we always talked music when I saw
him. I think we spent a lot of time
trying to one up the other guy with a band or record that the other hadn’t
heard, but we both liked a lot of the same kinds of guitars and catchy riffs
and hooks. I remember running into him
at a party and we were pretty faced, but as usual we started talking
music. It was late – definitely at least
2:00 AM – and he mentions Robin
Lane and the Chartbusters.
“Know ‘em?”
“Sure,” says I. “I’ve
got their album. I think it’s pretty
kick ass.”
“Bullshit. You may
have heard one of their songs but there’s no way you actually have that
record,” says he (they never really got any airplay outside of Boston ).
“No. I really do.
It’s great! Lot ’s
of catchy songs and jangly guitars.
She’s got a nice voice, sorta like Linda Ronstadt but no country
leanings.”
“Then let’s hear it.”
“It’s 2:00 AM. It’s
at my house. My parents are asleep and
they ain’t gonna go for our drunk asses listening to tunes in the middle of the
night.”
“You don’t have it.”
“OK. Let’s go. We can’t crank it too much – but we can check
it out.”
So we head over to my house.
Did I have it? Hell yeah, I had
it. I still do. Was he surprised? Totally.
Did he want to stay and listen to my records all night? Definitely.
Not because I have such great records (or even that I had so many when I
was 18), but like I said, we really like a lot of the same stuff. So we sat there and smoked and listened to
that first Chartbusters album all the way through, and he said he was gonna go
buy it.
I don’t know if he ever did, and I suppose I don’t
care. I don’t even know if he remembers
that night. I’m not sure why I remember
it so clearly. But it happened, and I
thought it was pretty cool, because he was over 21 and had been able to see a
lot of the bands I liked in the over 18 clubs just a few years prior to me, so
I thought that made him cool.
I still think this is a great record. If you read reviews of it you’ll see the “you
just have to see them live, the record strips away all their energy” reviews
all over the place. I disagree, though I
never did see them live. It’s a nice,
dry recording. It doesn’t have a lot of
cheesy effects that really date it to 1980 and it still sounds good today. I think those reviews are goofy because Robin
had studio experience, and her producer (Joe Wissert) had experience on all
sorts of different things and her band was as good as the East Coast could
deliver. So I think this record sounds
just like they wanted it to, and I think it sounds pretty good.
Except for some odd lyrics here and there where Robin seems
to just brush off an abusive relationship, this is a tight record and it’s a
lot of fun. I think Don’t Cry has
probably become my favorite over the decades (damn, this thing is over 30 years
old!). It’s pretty cute and jangly and
poppy, but I really like it a lot. When
Things Go Wrong is a little simplistic lyrically but it’s a real gem of
the sort I think Linda Ronstadt was going for on Mad Love. Robin pulls this stuff off with an ease that
I don’t think Linda ever quite matched.
It Will Only Hurt a Little While has a loose guitar sound that’s really
effective and while side one is better than side two, side two is still good
enough to flip over to every time.
Mine’s got a stain on the cover that looks like coffee, but
it’s got to be Coke. I still don’t drink
much coffee, but I like pop. I think I
remember who spilled their Coke at my house on this cover, too. He’s got green teeth and I was pretty pissed
off about it! The record is in great
shape, though. It really sounds pretty
good, but then maybe the clicks on mine just seem like they belong after thirty
years. I remember this was hard to get
around here. I may actually have ordered
it. I know some of you Download Babies
can’t imagine waiting more that the few minutes it takes for you to discover
and click on the link any piece of music ever recorded that strikes your fancy,
but I actually picked and chose most of my records by making compromises between which record I’d take home, and which one I'd leave in the store. Sometimes, the
record I left in the store has still never wound up in my collection, but I’m
glad I got this one.
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