Recently I had a full circle music moment. My husband’s friend scored two sets of tickets to see Styx in concert and he kindly offered us a set because he knew we were ‘of age.’ We’re of ‘that era.’ Ha. He got great third-row center seats on his first attempt. But he was trying to impress a lady friend and tried again. He scored front row tickets!
We all were winners. I told them my first concert was Styx. It was a few years ago In thinking more fully through my storied concert past, I think REO Speedwagon may have been my very first concert when I was in 7th grade. But make no mistake, Styx was one of my first concerts.
Flash forward thirty some years, gulp, and we found ourselves in the third row of an intimate concert hall in Colorado Springs. We were well within range to catch a drumstick or guitar pick. I would have been beside myself with glee had I been so close the first time around. Of course, it was when Styx was one of a handful of tour bands that could command a packed arena. My first concert seeing Tommy Shaw and company was most definitely viewed from the nosebleed section of the arena. Lighters held high for a chance of an encore. The aroma of a certain plant in the air.
The band sounds as crisp today, maybe even better, than when I first heard them live in the late ’70s. Our friends let me see what it was like in the front row for a few of the songs. I could reach out and touch them. I was so mesmerized I forgot to snap any photos from that vantage point. I carry them with me in my mind.
Here’s one of my favorite tunes from Styx.