Somehow, against the adversity of seemingly EVERYONE thinking their music is schmaltzy and gay, Air Supply still managed to carve out a pretty lengthy time in the early eighties as their own with at least six chart-topping hits. I am not afraid to admit I loved Air Supply. I had their greatest hits CD when CDs were still a thing. I had Lost In Love on a ‘45. I would jam the fuck out to Making Love Out Of Nothing At All while I was at college in that period of inner struggle. But none of their songs resounds the way Even The Nights Are Better, to me. I pretty much love everything about this song. I think I swoon more than normal when it reaches the guitar bridge, and then Russell’s sweet high voice breaks back in at a chord change. This is another song I wish went on way longer than a mere 4 minutes. In fact, as I’m writing this, I’m listening to it on a muthafuckin’
From the historical writing archive. Original date: December 11, 2016. Recovered from local source material; editorial review is still in progress.