Bryan adams- all i want is you (1991)
there are no excuses but you only live once… and like feelings, man…teenage hormonal fuel..so as a 14-year-old, I succumbed to Bryan Adams fever whilst keeping my toes in the metal zone via faith no more and the funk metal bunch.
Mr Adams, Canadian pop rocker had already made an impression with his 1984 hit album Reckless and ‘Summer of 69’ and ‘Run to You’ had been secret guilty pleasures of mine for a while. Then, in the summer of ’91 he released ‘Everything I do (I do it for you)‘, a monstrously successful song that dominated the world charts for the year. The song was written for the Kevin Costner vehicle, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves and the video rather imaginatively had Adams and his band playing the song in a forest/wood – much like Nottingham ledge Mr Hood would frequent, committing acts of gallant thievery – over scenes of the movie.
And well, I kind of loved the song, sandwiching it between constant playing of Metallica’s ‘Enter Sandman‘, extreme’s sappy acoustic smash ‘more than words’ and Guns n’Roses rollicking Terminator 2 endorsing ‘you could be mine’. It was all rock n’ roll at the end of the day; ones to headbang to and the other to moon/pine for a school crush over. my mates were starting to listen to dreadful euro dance, house music, early rave. i wanted the real shit, man. all that other stuff was bogus to this dim teen although some of it was quite bogus, catchy and clever, Bill Drummond & Jimmy Cauty’s KLF project for example.
Although that is in hindsight perhaps having come to know and understand the eccentric breadth and depth of Bill Drummond’s ventures in the years since. I’ve gone off the reservation here a bit. ah, the simple, innocent days what what? me arse!
Anyway, this song off Adams 1991 album waking Up The Neighbours sounds very much like late 80’s Def Leppard and seeing as it was produced by the Lep’s favourite producer, Robert ‘Mutt’ Lange, tis not a shock.
big and dumb,heart on sleeve arena rock nonsense, brutally effective in piercing the defences of an affected teenage cynic.