Anything by Richard Marx. Apart from “Hazard,” I do not associate my name with his. I’m not openly a romance fan. I’d rather listen to death metal and watch horror movies. But the part of me that grew up in the ’80s can’t get away from his soppy, soppy lyrics. At least Journey has enough badass clout that I can hold my head high and publicly state that the greatest concert EVER would have been one in which Queen and Journey had co-headlined, and Steve Perry and Freddy Mercury had performed a duet for the ages. IT HAPPENED IN MY IMAGINATION, YOU KNOW.