JoJo a Go-Go at SoHo
Richman gapes with innocent enthusiasm at his loves, and that doesn’t mean just girls, with whom his songs rarely get to second base. Indeed, what I think is a new tune nostalgically laments the 14 year old but looking 12 Jonathan hoping against hope that a 15 year old girl means something when she smiles at him. She doesn't, but he etches his teen ardor so finely, it suddenly seems the song isn't inspired by his life but James Joyce's "Araby." Of course the great love of his life isn’t a female, it’s rock and roll. And luckily he had stalwart, ever inventive Tommy Larkins along on drums. Still, Richman has been at it 35 long years, meaning his cult is pretty much a religion celebrating the missing link between Chuck Berry and “Sister Ray."
His genius is to do all he does with a gee whiz air of a kid pointing out something cool to his pals. That we get to be his pals is our luck, or if you’re into rock-as-cult, our natural superiority.
He didn't do this song either:
Labels: jonathan richman, post-modern mothers make better lovers
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I got to see Jonathan Richman at Ventura Theater a few years ago. Somehow, they screwed up the advertising, so only about 50 people showed up. Not only did he not seem to mind, but he put on one of the more entertaining shows I've ever seen.
He was also very passionate about an execution that California was about to carry out (I can't remember the name), and that execution was eventually stayed.
Great review! I was at last night's show--and the Ventura Theatre one Bryan mentioned. It was fantastic, as well.
And: Jonathan spoke for a while about Mumia Abu-Jamal, as I remember.
The song about his love for the older 14 year old was my favorite.
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