Silly great love songs
One of the things that I adore about Kip Winger is the way he wears his heart on his sleeve--no, no tats, thank heavens. When he falls in love, he does it hard and well, and he writes great songs about it.
Maybe that's part of his being a sensitive guy. His musical life was ruined and transformed by vicious critics and jokesters, and since the end of the 1980s, he seems to be running from undeserved bad press in all his musical choices.
In a recent blog post, Mr. Winger seemed amazed that anyone could look back on "In the Heart of the Young" with any fondness. I certainly do. I'm a woman past middle age, and I consequently like power ballads, even now.
Since he's gone into harder rock (plus writing ballet, another turn to and fro), I was surprised and not surprised when, in an interview, he was asked to name the greatest rock musician and he named Paul McCartney. I've wanted to marry McCartney since 1964, when I was 10, but most people plump for Lennon. Yet Sir Paul knew melody and perfect harmony, and he also knew love, once.
Maybe that's part of his being a sensitive guy. His musical life was ruined and transformed by vicious critics and jokesters, and since the end of the 1980s, he seems to be running from undeserved bad press in all his musical choices.
In a recent blog post, Mr. Winger seemed amazed that anyone could look back on "In the Heart of the Young" with any fondness. I certainly do. I'm a woman past middle age, and I consequently like power ballads, even now.
Since he's gone into harder rock (plus writing ballet, another turn to and fro), I was surprised and not surprised when, in an interview, he was asked to name the greatest rock musician and he named Paul McCartney. I've wanted to marry McCartney since 1964, when I was 10, but most people plump for Lennon. Yet Sir Paul knew melody and perfect harmony, and he also knew love, once.
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