By Steve Weinstein
By Bryan Bierman
By Lindsey Rhoades
By Chaz Kangas
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
"It's always something," coos Rick Springfield, recovering teen idol turned Zen philosopher.
Springfield made his first break from heartthrobdom with his late-'80s album Tao. Could he have known then that yoga would be the next big thing for women on the verge of outgrowing him? Spooky. His "leaky ship came in," he muses, and he's "good at snatching defeat from the jaws of victory." Spring field, now in his fifties and married with children (sorry to be the bearer of bad news), wants you to know he's still here. He knows you're still there.
The album is recognizably his: Lou Reedwannabe guitar, Steve Winwoodwannabe crooning, Bruce Springsteenwannabe poses in a sweat-drenched shirt on the CD jacket. There's that twice-per-album moderated squeal, and a delicate blend of songs about his father dying with songs for womenparticularly women in their late twenties and early thirties who, like me, had Rick Springfield for wallpaper around the time they were discovering masturbation. No longer the Jessie's Girls of yester-decade who wouldn't have him (I'm so sure), Springfield's updated femmes fatales are either trapped in self-made prisons, or they rescued him from his. He must mean the prison where his every venturemusic, movies, soap operas (General Hospital before Ricky Martin)generated surplus revenues and hordes of screaming, sexually developing girls.
If I had married him, I'd now have a husband who sings, "In Veronica's head the wheels were burning, turning out of frustration," cracking his voice on "wheels." It's this misplaced passion, though, that earned Springfield his seat at the heart of many a modern female sexuality (in some cases a gilded thronevisit his Web site for proof). "Every little bit of love I give to another," woos the title song, "you know that I believe it comes back to me." What love is he giving me? I lost my virginity to this man so many times I have to buy his albums, but in the end it's like the old days: "I've done everything for you, you've done nothing for me."