The albums came. They reflected my taste in music at the time, which reflected my friend's taste in music, who lived across the street and had two older brothers. (Everything I learned about sex, drugs and rock and roll came from you, Jeff. Muchas gracias.)
I don't remember all the albums. I remember some.
Foreigner, "Foreigner;" Eagles, "Hotel California," Queen, "Live Killers," and Styx, "Cornerstone."
Come September, I'll see two of those bands en concerto: Foreigner and Styx. I'm more looking forward to the latter.
Without a doubt, Styx was the last great "concept rock" band of the 70s. "The Grand Illusion," "Renegade," "Come Sail Away," all classic gems.
The band was ill-suited for the 80s, a little too deep and not quite cute enough, I suppose. They literally got laughed off the stage with their Mr. Roboto stage "play."
I think there were some reunion gigs with Dennis DeYoung in the years after. But according to the best "Behind the Music" VHI ever produced -- in my humble opinion -- DeYoung got some strange disease where he was allergic to light. I don't think he tours with them any more.
Anyway, going to see them, along with 3 3/4ths of the original Def Leppard. RAWK!
By the way, that record club? My dad called them up and told them I was only 12 years old. Never joined their stupid club. Kept the records, though.
RAWK!
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