So I know this guy in a band, who’s done pretty well for himself – he plays regularly, and he won a huge local singing contest last year and a boatload of cash to go with it. He also, when he’s out at night, wears black nail polish and eyeliner and all black. He’s such a rock star that they actually call him Rock Star Jim. And Rock Star Jim was initially reluctant when a lady friend talked him into seeing Rick Springfield at Mizner Park last night. I mean, Jim’s a rock star, and Rick Springfield is a cute guy with some ’80s hits, right?
“No, man,” a thoroughly suprised and impressed Jim marveled, as Springfield ripped through a guitar solo onstage. “HE’s a rock star.”
And there you go.
Watching the former “General Hospital” star, best-selling memoir writer and noted owner of a wickedly well-received cameo on “Californication,” you immediately remember that he’s not just some pretty boy hacktor who decided to play a rock star. He WAS a rock star in Australia, and decided to hit the states as an actor, not realizing how much the ghosts of Dr. Noah Drake would overwhelm critics’ sense of imagination. No matter how complex his songwriting got, he was always just gonna be that cute soap guy.
But as he busted through the poppier stuff of yesteryear, some more well-aged than others (“Bop Till You Drop,” the fun and buoyant “Love Is All Right” and the surprisingly thoughtful “State of the Heart,” as well as the darker, more guitar-heavy musings of later work like the recent “Venus In Overdrive,” or even a tease of Joe Walsh’s “Life’s Been Good,” you realized what a shame it is that radio didn’t take Rick Springfield more seriously. He’s doing OK – “Well, the faithful know it,” he said of a new song that some of the diehards knew all the words to – so no worries for him.
Springfield might be a great musician, but his theatrical charms play well onstage – he had an ongoing bit of banter with a guy near the front row who went to the bathroom during the show, and kept teasing him that he was going to play “Jessie’s Girl” while he was gone, and he didn’t want to miss it. He also went into the crowd to get their vocal input on “Don’t Talk To Strangers” and ended it with an ideal foil – a none-too-impressed 6-year-old girl who he pulled onstage. She refused to sing until the last possible minute, and when she did, even cracked a smile. It was adorable.
And yes, when he finally did get to “Jessie’s Girl” (with Bathroom Guy firmly ensconsced in his seat), the payoff was delicious. Springfield clearly feeds off his fans, and seems to like that they’re willing to indulge in the new stuff if he gives them a charming bit of Drake to go with.
Which brings me to the opening act Jack Wagner, Springfield’s fellow former “GH” star (although he’s still a soap star over on “The Bold and The Beautiful.”) This pains me to say, as I was in love with him for a good portion of 1984, and again briefly when he returned to the show in 1989, but…he’s a better soap star than a rock star. He’s plenty cute, and plenty engaging – he responded to the frequent requests to play big hit “All I Need” by saying that if he did, he’d have nothing else to do. (His other hits “Lady of My Heart” and “The Weatherman Says” were both neglected, which is OK, because they were pleasant but cheesy in the mid-80s, so who knows how they’ve aged?)
What he did play was stuck in that cheesy ’80s mode, and his voice, which was never all that impressive to begin with, hasn’t improved much. Sorry. It was a fun set, and cool to realize that I still remembered some of the words to “The Right Key,” but musically…Well, as a singer, Jack Wagner is a really good actor. I must add that I adored the opportunity to slow dance with my husband, who was a high school acquaintance of mine back when Wagner was first famous, to “All I Need.” What a great note to end on. I’ll think of Wagner’s set fondly – not musically, but overall. You go, Frisco.








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