Rock Around The World April 1978 7
JOURNEY
Fourth Dimension
by Marc Shapiro
Gregg Rolie
"We weren't kidding around when we decided to start this band."
The guy who came up with the statement "mighty oaks from little acorns grow2-inust have had this gig in mind.
On stage Journey was putting the finishing touches on a set that had five hundred of the locals begging for more. Fine. Any band with the chops can have an audience foaming at the mouth if the music is good and the crowd isn't too far into the homegrown to respond. But, unbeknownst to the throng, their response to Journey's material was being gauged as an indicator of better things to come for the group.
Since the band's formation (as a result of what Journey afficienodos claim was Gregg Rolie and Neal Schon's refusal to follow Carlos Santana to the promised land) Journey has been the victim of what has been described as the "kissing your sister" syndrome of rock and roll.
The band's musical concoction (something along the lines of the Moody Blues meet Black Sabbath) seemed a natural in the progressive rock dry spell that was 1973. This was the ideal rock package! There's no way this band can stiff.
1973: Journey's first LP and one of the best singles recorded in the last decade, "To Play Some Music," lands with a resounding thud.
Undaunted, Journey (which also contains the talents of Ross Valory and Aynsley Dunbar) released Look Into The Future, an earthier extension of the band's predominantly instrumental bent. It too went to bubbling under with an anchor before sinking like a stone. Ditto their third LP, Next, which continued the group's stature as the gods of northern California. Unfortunately, Next and a ton of touring couldn't get Journey arrested anywhere outside the bay area.
All of which brings this odyseey to 1977 and two additions that will, doubtless, push Messers Rolie, Schon, Valory and Dunbar at long last into the black. One was the production hand of Roy Thomas Baker whose deft hand on Journey's latest LP, Infinity, added just the right polish to the band's rough edges. The other being the presence of lead singer Steven Perry, a mouthpiece whose soulful vocals and commercial leanings would seem to have bridged the final gap to Journey's commercial success.
Between sets in Santa Clara, Ca., Rolie, Perry and Valory talked about various aspects of Journey's pursuit of the brass ring. The concensus of this round table discussion was that Infinity was not a new Journey rising phoenix-like out of the old.
"It's just a new growth curve for the band," explained Steven. "It was something that was bound to happen in the natural evolution of the band. The first two LPs were made with the idea of showing off the group's instrumental capabilities. Once those strengths were established the logical way to go was to develop equally strong vocals. The Next album was transitional in the development of the vocals and Infinity is all the band's strengths finally realized."
Also flowering to maturity is a fully blown commerical sound that harnesses Journey's spacey brand of hard rock into a pop vein that immediately puts the group's recorded efforts into that rarified air of similiar efforts by Boston and Foreigner. Perry's hooks and pop-oriented melodies seem at the core of the turnabout and so it seemed appropriate that he should explain the intricacies of the change.
"I've always been into things like hooks and melodies. With me it's always been an attitude of 'hey! The best songs have something that stick out in people's minds.' So with Infinity it was a matter of coming up with some catchy hooks and sticking them into the band's instrumental arrangements in a way that would please us creatively and, at the same time, strike a responsive medium between commercial and progressive with our audience."
A momentary lull in the conversation allowed Ross to make the observation that Journey as a performing unit was going into it's fifth year. Good natured woofing by all three followed, but at a time when the wrong deodorant is grounds for dismissal, it seemed a miracle that Journey had persevered (if not profited) this long. Ross explained it not so much as a miracle as it was a thoroughly professional attitude by a group of veteran musicians who had been at it for a while.
"When you've been doing this sort of thing as long as we have you have some kind of set goals in mind. One of our goals is to stay together over a long period of time. We're not into taking the money and running like a lot of groups. We want to be stars as well as creative musicians. Yes, it is possible to be both but in order to do so you have to be able to gather and hold a large listening audience. Their support allows you to grow as creative musicians and, in turn, allows the audience to grow along with you. We want to stay around a while and Infinity is just the next step in making that happen."
Gregg echoed Ross' sentiments while citing individuals pulling together for the good of the group as Journey's
musical foundation.
"We weren't kidding around when we decided to start this band. A lot of bands are made up of people who care only about themselves and the group itself comes second. But having been around awhile we've seen how that
attitude can screw up a band. We're devoted to each other and to the band. Everybody in this band is identified and recognized as an individual but it all boils down to it being done as a group.
"And it's that devotion to the group that keeps us creative. You'd think after nearly five years we'd begin running out of things to say musically. That isn't the case with us. Right now we have more ideas than we can deal. with. There's never a lack of creativity or new influences. Every day somebody comes in with a new idea and we'll sit down and add our own ideas to it. The result's always been a fine piece of music."
A knock at the door signalled five minutes before the start of the second set. The response proved twice that of the first show and lit the fuse that was the backstage celebration later.
"Today Santa Clara, tomorrow the world," cried a happily drunk roadie.
A sage he wasn't, but it's doubtful that more prophetic words were uttered that night.
Gregg Robe by Lauren Hoffman

