As a teenager, Friday night often meant staying up late and watching "concerts" on TV. Before there was MTV and MuchMusic, there was Burt Sugarman's The Midnight Special . Wolfman Jack would do something or other, but there would be "performances" by a lot of popular bands and musicians. Sure, they were likely lip-synced, but what wasn't? You mean to tell me Dick Clark's American Bandstand was actually live? There was a lot of stuff I don't remember, and some I actively disliked. Yeah, early Prince in a loincloth put me off his music for years. Then one night there was Christopher Cross performing "Ride Like the Wind," and after the fog machine more or less covers the stage, the band launches in, and there's no Michael McDonald. Were they actually singing live? I'm enthralled by this giant guitar-playing Baby Huey with a receding hairline. The song gets to the closing guitar solo, and for the first time you can really hear what he...
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