Wow. I’ll tell y’all something. I had a girlfriend back in the early 80s who’d had a huge crush on Fogelberg for years. She liked Steely Dan and Tom Scott and Steve Winwood and The Who and Abandoned Luncheonette-era Hall & Oates — but Fogelberg was the man. His mainly-non-hit stuff appealed to me, as well, and Souvenirs and Netherlands and Twin Sons of Different Mothers with Weisberg made up a goodly chunk of the soundtrack of our courtship. We had the pianist include a bit of “Beggar’s Game,” I believe it was, from that very same Phoenix, in the musical medley in advance of our wedding. She just now went up to bed, but I think I’ll wait and tell her this news tomorrow.