I have more than a feeling you’re fooling yourself, babe, if you think Styx
can scrounge up more than pieces of eight. The best of times was the late ’70s, so don’t let it end, and sing for the day, lady, while rocking the paradise. Don’t look back, blue-collar man, cuz Mr. Roboto’s a man I’ll never be. ... Clearly, I have too much time on my hands.
Tue., July 1, 8:15 p.m., 2008