Taking Journey seriously — srsly?
Friday, August 14th, 2009
OK, then, I pick up the gauntlet, and try to explain some of what made Journey in their prime so insanely irritating to so many critics and rock geeks. (Making all due allowance for the many, many people who did, and do, love them passionately.)
No doubt there was some snobbery involved. Sure. But the problem wasn’t just that Journey were popular. A lot of popular acts were liked by critics, and some even by rock snobs, when Journey were in their prime. Prince, for one, and Bruce Springsteen. So that isn’t it, or not all of it.
Also, nobody (who knew what they were talking about) ever questioned Journey’s musicianship. They were all fine players, and Steve Perry was probably the great rock voice of the early ’80s. That voice was huge, and he had tremendous technical ability, which had become a real rarity by that time.
So what was the problem? First, you know, there is just something about Perry’s voice. It is a certain, not quite reediness, but a kind of buzzy quality, not exactly nasal, that makes his voice extremely penetrating. And he’s not exactly a subtle singer. It’s not so much a lack of dynamics; he’s not a screamer. But there is a tendency to overemote, to approach an ordinary tune with ordinary-to-vapid lyrics as though it were all actually deep and important and real, man.
There are much weaker singers who can really make something out of a dumb song, but Perry, in a sense, is too good a musician for that. When he goes on the attack, he ends up pointing up the lameness of a bad song just because it’s so out of proportion. And, you know, overemoting on minor-league tunes is a bubblegum trick, and it’s part of why Journey could never shake that rap of being not quite serious.
And the songs themselves, while always (and often too) totally professional and technically sound, often ran to the highly sentimental, as in “Lights,” or the too self-consciously anthemic, as in “Don’t Stop Believin.’” Journey just seemed too eager to please — and a rock star who is completely without an edge is just not doing his job.
The bands of the late ’70s and early ’80s who fell into the same not-quite-plausible box as Journey tended to have that eager-puppiness in common — that’s pretty much everyone in the post-Boston metal pop boom (Loverboy, Survivor) other than Boston themselves, or the post-New Wave novelty acts like Men at Work and Flock of Seagulls. One wants to say, “Dudes, you’re trying too hard.” Many rock critics, and every rock snob, wants to have to work a little at loving a band, and that makes the very accessible Journey seem like lightweights. No edge, no challenge, no fun.
And sure, “Castles Burning” is an un-Journeylike blast, but it comes well past their prime, and thus is not really on topic as far as that goes. And I imagine they delivered live, since they could really play. But, in my opinion, if Journey were not taken seriously by the critics and rock geeks, it was because they tended to do things* that made taking them seriously pretty hard.
*Some will win, some will lose, some are born to sing the blues.



