For some reason, Styx has never been on my radar. It’s possible that I might have been too young to fully appreciate sophisticated lyrics like
Just remember that it’s a grand illusion
And deep inside we’re all the same
I didn’t really have a lot of existential angst in the late ’70s. Mostly, I just wanted to play kickball and for that girl whose name I can’t remember now to like me. I also thought it would be pretty cool to be Batman.
So when I learned Styx was coming to Colorado Springs, I didn’t get too jazzed about it. Until my workplace gave me some free tickets. For the record, I love free stuff. Thanks, workplace!
I admit that I went with the intention of mocking. I intended to mock the crowd and the band. Hahah, they’re all old!
But Styx kind of rocks. Good energy, excellent showmanship. They seemed like a bunch of guys having a lot of fun and putting on a great show. Did not expect that. I guess I expected something sad. Only complaint was the Pikes Peak Center stopped selling drinks like at 9 p.m. What gives, PPC?
Some random observations:
- Tommy Shaw looks like a little Richard Branson.
- At some point in the show, someone who looked like Drew Carey came onstage to play with them.
- The smell of marijuana wafting through the crowd was probably medicinal. Possibly for glaucoma.
- Clothing that fit you in the early 1980s might not fit you now.
- If you’re buying a Styx concert shirt in 2011, there’s a good chance you have too much disposable income. (Although in the spirit of full disclosure, I bought a Motorhead shirt and a Black Sabbath shirt last year. I am not allowed to wear them in public.)
- Felt comforted by all the balding men in the audience. But Tommy Shaw, who’s nearly 80, has inexplicably thick, luxurious hair. Seriously, God, WTF?
- Toddlers didn’t seem to care for Styx much. Many were sleeping.
- The revolving keyboard was entertaining, but I kept expecting him to fall off the platform (and break a hip!), but it didn’t happen.