Led Zeppelin wanted me in junior high school. I wasn't in the mood for long-haired narcissists who refused to give up radio time to any song under nine minutes. I passed in favor of anything in a skinny tie.
In nineteen eighty three, I taped "Physical Graffiti" and drove around a lot, wearing out that cassette, all by myself, in my time. I was ready.
To this day, though, I will not listen to "Stairway to Heaven." I hope I never lose another minute of my life to that bloated waste of time.