Ten years ago if you had tapped me on the shoulder at, oh, I don’t know, a Fugazi show and told me I’d “grow up” to be a music critic, I probably would’ve said, “No shit?!” And if you’d also told me how that would eventually entail racking up three simultaneous strikes against my critically coveted credibility by penning Critic’s Picks on Journey, Foreigner and Night Ranger, I would’ve said, “NO! … Shit.” But you know, the old wheel in the sky has turned kindly in Journey’s favor. The influence of legendary Delta blues guitarist Robert Johnson doesn’t immediately announce itself in Neal Schon’s prodigious, scorching licks (or on monster torch-ballads par excellence like “Open Arms,” “Lights” and “Faithfully”), but given that the band bartered ’70s prog for ’80s pop, continues to see its 1988 Greatest Hits LP go gold year after year without fail, and can still put asses in arena seats five lead singers on, it seems they must’ve cut a deal down at the crossroads at some point. Robert Johnson comparisons aside, with hooks as subtle as a bullet to the back of Tony Soprano’s head, Journey has cultivated an unstoppable cache of defiantly timeless hits, faithfully and forever loved by a loyal, any way-wanting, -needing audience. Same goes for still-motorin’ openers Night Ranger and Foreigner. With a gig like this, those jukebox heroes have to know what love is by now. Do you still wanna show them?