Album Review, “Life and Times” by Jim Croce (1973)

Album Review, “Life and Times” by Jim Croce (1973)

Did you think this album was kind enough to ruin your dreams with crime or were the 70’s something of an extraordinaire at the moment?  Everything in “Life and Times” certainly seems to be a resource of false virtues.  What I’m saying here is you’ve got to understand the lyrics here to see what’s going on with all the random narrators on Jim’s songs here in this 1973 package; in fact, there’s more sense of power to each narrator than sense of virtue because crime is riddled with love and love is riddled with crime- in other words, “Life and Times” was made in confusion.  Confusion of this sort, or emotions which don’t seem to appeal to better reasons, has to do with Jim’s constant elements in speech: skin, heat, power, and crime, all mixed up in a disordered thought process with a delusional sense of universality.  “These Dreams” and “One Less Set of Footsteps”, 2 songs on “Life and Times”, would only seem virtuous if the crime didn’t exist but it does.  Violence of high orders isn’t disputed on by Jim to make out the morality, innocence and forced error since he’s yakking away on his narrators’ persistent need of flesh.  How can a woman’s flesh be that special?  For that matter, there has to be rights versus wrongs in talk if we’re going to cover violent acts of hatred and love.  Jim absolutely just assumes we already know who’s right and who’s wrong; that’s a mistake.  Leroy Brown should’ve had more things to talk about himself other than “Hey!  I’ve got a razor in my shoe!” or something childish and insipid as his lyrics indicate.  Interesting how old people these days remark on the 70’s and say life was better then.  As a matter of due course for my review on Jim’s music here I believe they’re right in the sense of destiny but wrong in the sense of history.  You see, I like having a good notion of education for the past in addition to wishes for the future, for, whenever I’m around my living room and dispute on quality with myself and millions of internet loggers, a flow/combination of conceptual desires ought to act as the demanding beauty for accuracy as opposed to just simply moves and decisions.  Croce here is approachable to his topics of choice in song only from the sweet, gentle voice he puts in on horrible narrators and violence away from TV.  I’m meaning violence away from TV.  Such a man as he is further exaggerates on what’s power.  To Leroy Brown, a bad gambler with weapons of choice and a hot temper, nothing from a woman’s appearance makes him seething despite the fact he’s running afoot with her husband and Jim nowhere explains how either man (narrator) is different from the other man.  So what’s a woman to Jim Croce?  Just a dandelion for anyone to sniff at?  Honestly I’ve tried making sense of this album especially with Jim’s reference on a lover’s recognition of unimportant things and yet I’m continually finding fault with this work.  The work is just a mess of confusion, a rambling of sense for flesh, even if there’s a sweet voice among the tracks to fool you into relaxed and quiet submission. 

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