A friend passed along some lyrics. And the era of Styx came to an abrupt end.
Because nothing warms up a frosty morning like a multi-part harmony layered over searing electric guitars.
I dropped the needle on the Stones’ 1972 masterpiece. And everything changed.
They buried the funk in a small records section in a small drugstore. Dena Odell found it anyway.
K.C. Neel ditched school. It was so worth it.