The shit song of the week goes to the anticlimactic Christopher Cross song “Ride Like the Wind”. I really remember hearing it for the first time, as a kid shopping with my mom at a southwest side Chicago Zayre Superstore in 1981. A middle-aged store clerk was stocking the shelves with pet rocks and sizzle lean wearing brown slacks and white shirt. I noticed the guys name tag and it said his name was Marty and he said to me, “Hey Kid you like Christopher Cross”? I was really young and shy but I just kind of replied that I really didn’t know? He looked at me, kind of giggled and remarked “your too young kid to really enjoy good music just yet”. Well now flash forward I’m 40 years old at the time of me writing this and I probably have been exposed to more music than most folks and I can safely say to Marty no, age isn’t the problem man. Christopher Cross just simply bores the piss outta me. It reminds me of death and that if there is indeed an elevator to hell “Ride Like The Wind” would be blaring in a loop at a high decibel all the way down. The song also raises a question. If you could ride like the wind wouldn’t you expect a more aggressive or even a more provocative and magical sounding soundtrack? You be the judge but as far as I’m concerned “Ride Like The Wind” by Christopher cross is about as exciting as a yawning festival. Enjoy!
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