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Styx concert like a time machine
Concert-going experience has changed greatly
I got to experience my youth again. It was almost as if I’d taken a time machine like Marty McFly, but instead of going to the ’50s, I went back to the ’70s and ’80s.
My nephew and I went to see Styx this week at the Civic Center. I’ve recently developed a relationship with my nephew, Jim, and we bond over music. He’s led a sheltered life and I love introducing him to new experiences. I can’t think of many more things in life that mean so much to me.
Our excitement grew throughout the week and suddenly the big day arrived. We couldn’t wait to get off work. I picked him up and we headed downtown. We circled the Civic Center twice to find parking and entered the lot. It was $15 to park. Times certainly had changed from the 1980s.
Some things never change.
As soon as we got out of the car, I smelled weed. Now there’s something that was still the same after all these years. Of course, the smell of weed at concerts goes back to the ’60s, heck maybe even back to BC.
