First Hit #1: August 12, 1989
Richard Marx, who has without question mastered the art of the mullet, has written and recorded a song in 1989 which I kind of wish was written in another decade. It’s the production tricks, the 80s maximalism which dictates big synthetic strings that take over the song. I want this thing acoustic, just piano and guitar, pared down and presented without quite as much syrup. It’s actually a pretty decent song at its core, a ballad about the difficulty of a long distance relationship, but it is beholden to trends, and it feels like it belongs in the emotional scene in a Sylvester Stallone film. Admittedly, this could be just my tiring of the decade, the ’80s has been around for a while and the decades trademarks can be wearying in large doses. But my main impression of Right Here Waiting is that someone was trying to gild the lily, and it turned something heartfelt into something absurd.