This article comes courtesy of a good friend who found it on the internet, of course!
8/5/2005
> It's time for us to meet the Styx machine
>
> Tom Bowers / Staff writer
>
> The members of Styx are, from left, James Young, Tommy Shaw, Lawrence
> Gowan, Ricky Phillips and Todd Sucherman. The band will play Sunday at
> Silver Mountain Ampitheater in Kellogg. (Business Wire/Associated Press )
>
> Styx
>
> When: 3 p.m. Sunday
>
> Where: Silver Mountain Amphitheater, Kellogg
>
> Tickets: $35.95-$45.95 through TicketsWest (800-325-SEAT or
> www.ticketswest.com)
>
> Editor's note: With the Styx concert at Silver Mountain Amphitheater
> on Sunday, 7 revisited the band's 1983 sci-fi concept album "Kilroy was
> Here." The following is a fictional interpretation - inspired by the
> album's liner notes - of the events portrayed in the climactic song "Mr.
> Roboto," in which the rock-star hero escapes from prison disguised as a
> robot guard. All quotes are lines from the song.
>
> Walls. Nothing but gray walls.
>
> Gray was a color for fall skies, cold sidewalks and empty stages
> before
> Dr. Everett Righteous and The Majority for Musical Morality hid me away in
> this place.
>
> Now it smothers everything I see: bars, blankets, even the toilet
> paper.
>
> Yeah. And the mock-human faces of the Mr. RobotoT brand robot guards.
> Gray.
>
> But last night's 3-minute mind-meld dosed me with color.
>
> Jonathan Chance, leader of the Free Thought Rebellion, hacked Dr.
> Righteous' program and replaced it with old concert footage.
>
> I saw my reflection in the box then, except I wasn't in this cell. I
> stood
> onstage in front of millions of citizens of New Freedom, wailing like the
> banshee messiah of rock 'n' roll.
>
> Molasses-slow thoughts warmed and ran quick like water.
>
> I wore a groove in the floor overnight. I know the guard schedule;
> they
> won't randomize again for three days. I can make a break.
>
> Morning's almost here now - the crushing trash compactors one floor
> down
> shake my cell.
>
> A Mr. Roboto wanders so close I hear its gears grinding. I snatch the
> exposed wires in the back of its neck, yanking down and away.
>
> Five minutes until they find out what's happened.
>
> Time to rock.
>
> "Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto," I say, detaching the robot's faceplate. It
> answers with a hiss of compressed air, then silence.
>
> I secure the mask over my face, wondering if the IBM- manufactured
> brain
> can hear me.
>
> "Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto, for helping me escape just when I
> needed
> to. Thank you," I say. Still no answer.
>
> "Thank you, thank you, thank you, I want to thank you, please, thank
> you."
>
> Silence. No more Mr. Roboto. I slip on black rubber gloves and fasten
> the
> armored chrome chest plate.
>
> Alone in the long, gray hallway.
>
> Off to find Chance. Off to start a revolution.
>
> .
>
> I've been a Roboto for three weeks since the escape.
>
> Encoded tags, graffiti messages, scrawled notes. I've bled words onto
> the
> walls of this city, trying to contact Jonathan Chance with two things: a
> time, a place.
>
> That time is now. That place is here, in a wing of Dr. Righteous'
> Museum
> of Rock Pathology.
>
> Onstage a group of Mr. Robotos mimic the last concert of Kilroy, that
> enemy of morality, arrested and jailed along Righteous' path to power.
>
> I spot a tall, dark man casually glancing around, looking for someone.
>
> Still in my Mr. Roboto guise, I march up next to him and quietly,
> matter-of-factly say, "The problem's plain to see."
>
> He straightens slightly. "Too much technology," he replies.
>
> "Machines to save our lives," I say.
>
> "Machines dehumanize," he returns.
>
> This is Chance. We turn slowly; his face gnarls, confused.
>
> "The time has come at last," I say, "to throw away this mask, so
> everyone
> can see my true identity."
>
> His eyes widen as I unfasten the faceplate and let it clatter to the
> floor.
>
> "I'm Kilroy," I shout, fist pumping. "Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy!"
>
>
>
>
> http://www.spokane7.com/editions/story.asp?ID=83508
I understand. I know you've mentioned on here numerous times how much you can't stand that song, I just thought you might have changed your mind over night - LOL 