Since September 2010, this blog has recorded the journey of this middle-aged man as I attempt to listen to all the music in my CD collection. CDs revisited in their entirety from start to finish - no skipping tracks, no shuffle. CDs only - no vinyl, no tapes, no downloads. And just as CD technology (and the album format itself) becomes obsolete. I'm no music critic, just a music junkie with too much time on my hands.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Chicago - 16 (1982)
Note: this release was originally purchased as a cassette tape, later replaced by a CD.
In the early '80s, Chicago was all but dead. Then the band brought in producer/songwriter/keyboardist David Foster who completely turned the band around, musically and commercially. Foster focused on Peter Cetera and brought in songwriters and musicians from outside the band, most notably members of the group Toto. What did the band members think of all that? Listen to what keyboardist Robert Lamm had to say about the situation in this interview. The band made a fortune with their ballads in the '80s so they shouldn't complain too much. I've always liked Foster's work, which is always unabashed pure pop kitsch. I wish my CD had better liner notes; I should have waited until the Rhino reissue with a bonus track because I'm sure they had extensive notes.
Peak on the US Billboard Top 200 chart: #9
Peak on Cash Box album chart: #7
Tracks: My favorite track, without question, is Love Me Tomorrow. However, since I've listened to this album hundreds of times, all the songs just go together as a group. No skipping allowed.
Personal Memory Associated with this CD: I remember slow dancing to Hard To Say I'm Sorry at high school dances. Singing softly along with Cetera into the ear of a girl is surprisingly effective, btw. Also, this music reminds me of working at Burger King in the spring and summer of 1983. Finally, my college marching band played a tepid arrangement of Hard To Say I'm Sorry/Get Away in the fall of 1986 (because the ETSU band was always playing the latest pop hits). Ugh.