I thought it would be a blast, but I admit I was disappointed at the prospect of seeing Chicago sans Cetera. Last month, my mom won a pair of tickets to see REO Speedwagon and Chicago, and she asked me to go with her. At least for me, there is something about the music I loved as a kid that can have the power to invoke a true sense of joy that can be hard to find anywhere else. (No, you just sang the KOIT jingle in your head!) I think my personal trifecta from those days is (in no particular order): Billy Joel, Lionel Richie (with The Commodores and solo), and Peter Cetera (with Chicago but especially solo). Before I was old enough to start developing musical tastes of my own, my mom raised me on a steady diet of light rock, less talk. Like many children of the 80s, I still harbor a strong sentimental attachment to some of the tunes that might make others groan. Cross this off my bucket list: I’ve loved Peter Cetera for as long as I can remember.