Hey, Dan Fogelberg died Sunday (advanced prostate cancer). He was only 56.
While I wasn't a huge fan of his music, I do remember his album Phoenix was one that my parents deemed acceptable for me to own as a young teen. (They confiscated Bruce Springsteen's Born To Run, and left me with Dan Fogelberg's Phoenix. Which lyrics do you think I know by heart, to this day? Parents can be so stupid.)
I just listened to snippets of it on Amazon.com. Brought back memories of youthful angst.
RIP, Dan. RIP, youthful angst.