Notes from a River’d Styx
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Styx (photo by Ash Newell)
A lot of news-folks asked me, “Hey, gonna see Styx this weekend?” But they asked as if my answer should have been, “Oh, hell, no,” which would then give us license to lambaste the band as fossilized bloat, glistening arena-heap stomped down to size by karma. (The office can be an unusually cruel venue for entertainment-related badinage.) Instead, I said I wasn’t sure — you never know — but most signs pointed to “Yes.” At my age, I no longer need to justify or apologize for my musical tastes to Hipoisie buttinskies.
For one, I’ve always liked Styx; “The Grand Illusion” and “Pieces of Eight” are irrefutable (that’s right: IRREFUTABLE) masterpieces and I’ve owned them without shame in every conceivable format. I’m also a fan of progressive rock and of music in general, which is why I write about it (imagine!). When I interviewed keyboardist Lawrence Gowan last month, I busted my cortex suppressing my inner geek. My God, not only am I speaking to a genuine
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