If the world were flat, Marxism would not be a socialist movement, but rather shorthand for Richard Marx’s most devoted fans—the Deadheads of soft rock. Marxists would wear white trousers with the cuffs rolled up and Sperry Top-Siders with no socks. Feathered mullets would top their heads, and their hands would be affixed to the wheels of convertible Chrysler LeBarons. They would buy their women no less than a dozen roses for Valentine’s Day, and agree to his and hers body-sugaring sessions. And they’d pay to see King Richard play an acoustic gig in a hardscrabble Navy town, even as he’s shifted out of the limelight and into a lucrative behind-the-scenes role as Keith Urban’s ghostwriter. MIKE SEELY

Sat., Feb. 25, 8 p.m., 2012