Ding! The baby chick scene gets me every time! I couldn't believe I'd never seen the video before.
As for Blues v. City, I keep returning to the fact that anyone with something resembling a knack for storytelling could convey a decent drug-related tale and produce accompanying images. Is it a pretty cool video objectively speaking? Certainly; however, several others have or could duplicate its theme with equal success.
By contrast, not everyone could pen a track like “You Belong to the City” and employ such an artistically-arranged series of images and sequence of events to evoke the sense of a Midwestern urban environment. Blues tells a tale but does not pluck at emotions; City pushes the listener along an engaging beat that effectively blurs their surroundings into white noise and transports them to a sticky summer night between the blaring sirens and pinpricks of light glinting against the darkness of an uncaring world. It’s a love song for a city, one of his only tracks that flies directly in the face of the forty-year-old tenet that Henley’s the master songsmith and Frey’s the unabashed, straightforward one. The lyrics dovetail one person’s experience with a general sense of uneasiness regarding potentially deviant (or simply unremarkable) prior actions; it could be used, in metaphor, to relay an experience in rehab (touching on the same theme of “you can never leave,” this time it’s “you’ll always belong to the city”), or generally to comment on aging and the fact that some people never really do or that life’s journey never ends and you never really arrive anywhere (“still don’t know where you’re going, still just a face in the crowd”). In VH1’s ‘80s marathons it always pops out as one of the few videos that really could air today with very little tweaking - a small change of the girl’s dress/hair, and it could have resulted from any era, really. The Miami Vice integration is unobtrusive and does not require any prior knowledge of the song’s inclusion on the soundtrack. And Glenn’s outfit is unequivocally cool, even two-plus decades later.
I've hemorrhaged at the mouth again - sorry about that. Could just be me.
I’m apparently one of the few who prefer “River of Dreams.” Ahh, well. I vote for Smuggler’s Blues.