When I first started reading Late, Late at Night by singer-actor Rick Springfield I wasn’t impressed. It wasn’t the content; it was his writing style, sort of a stream of consciousness, that threw me off. However, once I settled in, I enjoyed the conversational tone. It was like we were having a chat on the back porch. Wouldn’t that be cool? A back-porch chat with Rick Springfield?
The prologue opens with one of the lowest points in Springfield’s life, which comes at age 17. His depression follows him throughout his life and remains something he battles. This man has demons to conquer.
Not only is it an eye-opening story by someone we’ve all loved at some point in our lives, whether because of Jessie’s Girl (which was really about Gary’s girl) or Dr. Noah Drake from General Hospital, it’s also a mini history and geography lesson on Springfield’s native Australia, a land he seems to love.
It’s also a remembrance of Springfield’s many canine companions, including Lethal Ron, who was on the cover of the Working Class Dog album.
I’m not going to go into the details, but I will say it’s candid. From an incident when he was 5 to his philandering as a 51-year-old, he doesn’t sugarcoat anything. He owns up to his mistakes. And, though he’s strayed many times, he seems to truly love his wife. Yeah, I don’t get it, either, but that’s between him and his wife. “She is … the best person I have ever known,” Springfield says of his wife, Barbara.
It’s not a “fun” read, but it’s an interesting one. If you’re a Springfield fan, it’s a must. If you’re not, it’s still worthy, if only for it’s honesty. He holds nothing back and that makes for a good story.