When I was younger, I sometimes confused Patty Smyth:
With Patti Smith:
It could happen to anyone, right?
Although sometime in 1993 or 1994, I had written a novel that featured a dark haired and dark eyed young woman as a love interest, and when I saw a ten-year-old Patty Smyth music video, I thought, that’s her. Maybe I based Kym Russano on Patty Smyth, as I’m sure I had seen “The Warrior” (as I referred to it in a collegiate commentary).
All I know is that I have to keep typing their names so that perhaps when I can tell them apart I can spell their names correctly (unlike in 1992).
Well, once visuals are brought into the picture the distinction does become quite clear.
This is true, but in my defense for 1988:
1) YouTube was unavailable, so the visuals were never but a click away. They even sound different upon close listening, but we were at the mercy of the radio and music videos on television.
2) To be honest, I am pretty sure I only heard Patty Smyth on the radio or on television, and I only knew of Patti Smith, which was enough for me to hear Patty Smyth and think “Is that Patty Smyth or Patti Smith?”
3) When Don Henley did a song with one of them, I would have expected it to be the folk artsy musician and not the pop singer, which was the wrong one. (I guess that is my defense ca 1993.)
After leaving Chicago, I was no longer around a radio station that would play much Patti Smith, so if I heard it over the air it was Patty Smyth. That was all well and good, but I did miss hearing from the Godmother of Punk.
Speaking of YouTube, there is a video of Smith singing “Because the Night” along with Springsteen and U2 from a date in 2009 that may be my second favorite version of the song (it may be blasphemy, but the 10,000 Maniacs unplugged recording is #1 with me)
We here at MfBJN do not judge your musical taste unless you like Bob Denver and Dan Fogelberg.
No danger. I confess I didn’t know that Bob Denver sang ;-)
I don’t know that, stylistically, Fogelberg was all that much worse than the rest of the “I’m so sensitive it hurts to breathe” crowd, but his work always seemed so artificial. It’s bizarre the way that a song like “Same Old Lang Syne” can sound so made-up, when according to Fogelberg and the woman the song refers to it’s a pretty accurate description of a real event.
I have lived too many years in my life when this played on stations that switched over to “Christmas” songs.
And by “no worse,” you mean it never exceeded the worst.
Probably so. It’s not a genre I cared to explore; I mostly remember “Syne” as a standard “slow song” at high school dances.