As a child of the 80s, I was just starting to come of age in the pop princess era. Back then, the biggest worry we had was if we were team Debbie or Team Tiffany (I was Switzerland, btw). While I loved Tiffany’s gritty voice and Could’ve Been is still one of my favorite songs ever, no one could deny how much of a powerhouse the then 16 year old Gibson, who not only sang, but played on and composed her own music, truly was.
I was ten when her debut album, Out of the Blue, came out. Although not that much older than me in the grand scheme of things, to kids, a few years feels like a big deal. At the same time, I was in awe of what someone who was so young had already achieved. While I never got to see her in concert, I did follow her career into the Electric Youth era and beyond and yes, I even had the perfume.
But time marches on and fame, which is often fleeting, came and went. Neither Tiffany or Debbie were able to maintain the early lead they had in the pop music landscape. Perhaps if they had come up in the era of social media, that would be different. After all, I have always firmly maintain that young singer/songwriters like Debbie walked so the likes of Taylor Swift could run and I will die on that hill.
So when I saw Gibson had written a memoir, my inner hair-sprayed bangs self squealed with glee. However, I am here to say the even as a fan, there isn’t much substance to the book. The audiobook has Gibson narrating her own story, but often annoyingly so with lots of laughing at her own jokes and random a cappella outbursts.
But there is also no “tell all” to be told. Gibson seemingly lived a chaste experience in the often cutthroat world of pop music. Everyone is her friend (especially the males, it seems), and she doesn’t have anything bad to say about her journey. While I’m happy she came out unscathed, this does not an interesting memoir make. Instead, in addition to the laughing and singing, we got some lukewarm insight into her romantic relationships, her dynamic with her mom-ager aka manager, and her personal struggles with late diagnosis Lyme’s Disease.
Although I’ll always have a soft spot for what her and her music meant to my formative years, I would imagine other fans would be equally disappointed in the lack of spark in Eternally Electric.