Billy is a ’70s-rock-star sorta guy, and not the punk parts of the ’70s: Think Yes (for the prog), think Alice Cooper (for the cheeseball glam), think Cheap Trick (for the defiantly uncool power pop). No time to play it cool; no time to be cool. Billy schemed. He whined. He took himself ultra-seriously; he embraced the pro-wrestling-heel silliness inherent to taking yourself that seriously.
