Hey kids I just came across the Rolling Stone review of the Grand Illusion album by Joe Fernbacher from 1977. This guy singles but one song out on the album and that's Miss America. No mention of Grand Illusion, Foolin Yourself or ComeSail Away, the three songs still being played on radio today. But being completely wrong about his musical prescience is really not the issue it's his ignorant and malicious evaluation of the songs lyrical content that enrages. He accuses JY of being a misogynist (woman hater) based on his interpretation of the lyrics. At this time JY and I were best friends traveling together by car to many drivable Midwestern cities and sharing motel rooms to save money. Roomies. I witnessed first hand the agony and feeling of helplessness he endured as his beloved wife Susie was stricken with Porphyria a disease for which there is no cure. She nearly died and she has bravely dealt with health issues ever since. Through it all he was by her side taking over when Dr.s had no answers. To this day he has been by her side through everything. A mensch if ever there was one. She was his Miss America and the lyrics reflect that using the metaphor of a beauty queen (which she was to him) who had lost her crown. Every chorus ends with the words "Our love". I suggest you reread his lyrics with that in mind. If this Fernbacher character is still alive he owes JY an apology.
Cheers,
Dennis

Hey everybody,
Landed in LA yesterday and was greeted with the news of the day in San Bernadino. My deepest sympathies to all those whose lives have tragically been touched by this madness. Although I wrote a song entitled turn off CNN when these things happen it's difficult not to want to know what happened and why. The why, as is the case with too much of human behavior is tough to make sense of.

STILL SEARCHING FOR SOME REASON
AT THE SCENE OF THE CRIME
WITH PEOPLE KILLING PEOPLE EVERYWHERE ALL THE TIME.

On a happier note I'm in LA to play at Adam Sandler's private Holiday bash. I will be joining a bevy (that's 2 more then a bunch) of Adam's favorite musicians to spread some musical cheer to all those in attendance. I rehearsed last night with a great group of musicians led by Waddy Wachtel and will be playing Grand Illusion, Lady, and Come Sail Away. Adam was there and will be joining in on background vocals. More tambourine less cowbell. More on this later.
Cheers,
Dennis

Hey everybody,

Wow! This just showed up on YouTube. I had never seen this before but coincidentally I was just asked about this very day last week by author Dave Hoekstra who interviewed me about a book he was writing. This was the last game the White Sox played in Comiskey Park which at the time was the oldest park in Major League Baseball. Because of my personal relationships with former manager Tony LaRussa and owner Jerry Reinsdorf I was asked if Styx would do it. Are you kidding. Quite an honor for a kid whose dad brought him to his first game at this very park when he was nine. My dad and I had spent countless un air conditioned hot summer days listening to the games on the transistor radio. So it was great that my parents and my family were in attendance to witness it all. I was the only Sox fan in the group. John was a Cubs fan and the other guys including John were more Blackhawk and Bears fans then baseball enthusiasts. If you needed some musician or celebrity to do this for the Cubs the line would have been a long one but the White Sox celebrity fan list was very short. In 1990 no one knew who Barack Obama was so who was left, Mayor Daley, Jessie Jackson? Side note, I've heard that in 2017 these 3 are considering forming a singing group to perform Bee Gee's covers in Vegas. "Staying aliveahiveahive".

Anyway my dad passed his love of baseball and the Sox on to me and I did the same for my son Matthew. In fact he became more dedicated then I ever was what with his season tickets and every app invented to check up on his team. As a parent you occasionally get things right. Anyway Matthew bought me a green bleacher seat and a brick from the old ballpark that I will always cherish along with the myriad of memories of time spent with my dad my friends and my family. Cheers Dennis

Oops!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY one day late to my girlfriend and wife Suzanne. Love from your boyfriend and husband.
Cheers,
Dennis

Hey everybody,

I certainly hope none of you ever discover how many times I check on you tube for my current video's or old Styx video's when I'm bored because it would be embarrassing. Or the number of times I google myself. Google has begun to send me messages beginning Hey dude get a life. Kind of like the Lite beer commercial when Troy Aikman claims to not dwell in the past and then his ring tone goes off screaming "Aikman touchdown unbelievable".

I believe those who claim to not be interested in themselves or their past are secretly wanted for transporting illegal goods across state lines, or their lying. I mention this because this video popped up in that ever helpful or intrusive function on you tube that appears under "recommended for you". Now if one of these videos turns out to be "Sexy Sabrina and her frisky Python" trouble could be right around the corner. You know who you are.

Thankfully for me and Suzanne it was Dennis DeYoung at Manny's deli 2000 not Sabrina, Suzanne is deathly afraid of snakes I did not post this because it shows me in the most glamorous light, quite the contrary but because I believe it demonstrates essentially who I am as a person and performer. Manny's deli was the TV station's idea not mine and when Suzanne, Carrie and I who was my publicist at the time arrived at 6 am my first thought was, I wonder if it's to late to become an aluminum siding salesman. It was clear that the early morning crowd at Manny's were clueless as to I was or why I was interrupting their breakfast. I believe that when the camera panned around the room FBI alerts were sounded causing a momentary ruckus as fugitives escaped. I made that last part up. So faced with situation I did what I always do and made the best of it. Anyone can accomplish things under the best circumstances it's the vast majority of life we must somehow manage to get through. I had recently been replaced in the band I founded and had been given the opportunity to headline the Rosemont Theater by Tim Orchard who ran the joint.

It was much to big a venue for someone like me, capacity 4300 but Tim convinced me to play it with a 50 piece orchestra. The orchestra show was his idea and he put up all the money (a lot a scratch) convinced he would sell it out. He did not once but twice leading to our partnership for the last 15 years. So there I was at Manny's of all places trying to stir up ticket sales for a show I was convinced no one would attend. On the curb and all alone without the mighty Styx name behind me I did what I had to do, which was playing Lady of Spain on the piano in front of a bewildered bunch. Wait a minute I just realized where the idea of Lady came from..."Lady of Spain I adore you". Remember "winners are losers who got up and gave it one more try".
Cheers,
Dennis

Hey everybody,

Tonight we end our year and play the final show of a three day run here in Epcot, the happiest place on earth. "Everyone please have a magical day". This is the fourth time Disney has hired us to perform at their Eat to the Beat international Food and Wine Festival. I'm perfect for this shindig because as my family will tell you no one "wines" more than me. Each night the venue has been filled with enthusiastic fans from all over the U.S., even with the rain last night. Thanks to all who have attended.

Hey everybody,
I am mad mad mad mad mad with recent accusations that our recent successes have gone to our heads. I categorically refute these specious, allegations as nothing more than a blatant attempt by my political enemies to besmirch our integrity. I blame the radical left the nutty right and the mushy middle for this nonsense. By the way do any of you know of a hat store that sells xxxxxxxxxtra large, winter's coming.
Cheers,
Dennis

P.S. Thanks to my good friends in Florida for the big heads.