Very often rock music artists disappoint me. They begin their careers with piss and vinegar. Fill us rock fans with the promise of following their long career. Hoping to watch them develop and strengthen, only to be disappointed and angered when they compromise artistic integrity to become (blech) popular.
One of these artists is celebrating his 68th birthday today. I am talking about the continually disappointing Rod Stewart.
Rod came into the scene barely in his teens and shredded his vocals on some of the best rock records of the late 60’s and 70’s. His work with The Faces was just a small notch below the brilliance of The Rolling Stones. His addition to The Jeff Beck Group nothing short of phenomenal.
Even Rod’s early solo work on albums such as “Every Picture Tells A Story”, “Gasoline Alley” and “Never A Dull Moment” are solid rock n roll efforts. Rod was cementing his place in rock history as a true deliverer of the British rock sound I grew to love.
I remember feeling something changing when Rod came out with a couple of tender ballads, such as “You’re In My Heart”. Had the Rod gone soft? (pun intended).
But then, it got worse. Rod’s career suddenly soared when he released the abominable disco hit “Do You Think I’m Sexy”. I think he intended it to be tongue in cheek, but it just pissed me off to no end. I lost interest in him from that point forward.
To make matters worse, Rod decided to become a crooner and went on to release 37 albums of schlock, cheese and vomit inducing albums he called The American Songbook.
He has tried to make a few comebacks to the rocker he once was, but it looks more embarrassing than successful.
Stick a fork in him, he’s done.
Happy Birthday and hang it up….Rod.