Screw chicago, I can't be bothered. Hell of a city, though.
Probably a generational thing, but their first decade is special to me.
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A sh!tload of extremely talented musicians that actually got it together and managed to record at least a dozen extraordinary albums.
A shame it kinda just went bad. Those first 11 albums were bada$$. But the writing was already on the wall . . . first with disco and then punk, and a few ballad hits sung by Cetera. They fired their producer because he was "too overbearing", and then they lost Kath, their rock'n'roll conscience.
I read somewhere that some record executive asked them to "drop the horns" (Hey!
The Moody Blues caved in to "suit" pressure - Their album
Ser La Mer had none of band member Ray Thomas' flute on it, and they mixed out all of his backing vocals).
The band eventually became a "soft FM radio" ballad-maker, all but becoming Cetera's backing band. Then they fired the percussionist. Then
Cetera left for a solo career. Then they fired virtuoso drummer
Danny Seraphine, evidently for paying more attention to the business end of things instead of drumming (I read that to mean that he discovered he wasn't making as much as the band members).
They rebelled in 1993 and recorded an entire album that took them several steps closer to their roots, which would have been
XII, but instead titled called
Stone of Sisyphus. It's planned released date was March 22, 1994.
And their record company rejected the album. The label's rejection cascaded down to contribute to a "schism within the band".
I managed to get my hands on a bootleg of the album long before it's eventual release in 2008, fourteen years after its original release date (although one track was inexplicably cut from the release without any explanation from the band, which ended up owning the release).
From then on
Chicago's fortunes meandered aimlessly, producing a Big Band album, a few Christmas albums, and a hodgepodge of uneven albums.