Led Zep, Floyd, Deep Purple, Motorhead, Maiden, Dio, Sabbath (with RJD and with Ozzy), I mean this is music. Anyone can relate on any level with this music regardless of your race, social status or your fiscal worth. This music that transcends time, it’s as good now as it was when a track first appeared in the 70’s or 80’s. Few genres other than reggae can really appeal to everyone as long as they don’t close their mind and cross their arms over their chest with a shit smell on their face and purposely not let the sound and lyrics grasp them.

Other genres seem to be very fake or limited to a particular caste of people. Rap and country are the big ones. Rap is fake as hell, it can’t be related to by really anyone other than the singer (who oft times isn’t even telling a personal story because homeboy grew up in the Hampton’s wearing polos, playing tennis, and hanging around with people named Chad and Muffy). Those that have “street cred” still can’t convince even their fans who are in touch with reality that their life can be gangster too and they can shoot fools, smoke bud, fuck hoes, and pimp their rides and somehow turn that into a rap career or millions of dollars in the bank. Country is just god awful depressing and usually features some crooner wailing about how his wife left him for his brother, then his dog died and then he drank himself to death, and is now pining for his lost love in heaven. Corn ball as hell.

Anyhow, the true revival of classic rock makes my want to sport an old REO Speedwagon shirt and go stand around a mall or what not, leaning on my car, a pumpkin orange 1970 Camaro with my smoke pack rolled up onto my shoulder sleeves ala a combo of Adam Sandler and McCounahay (sp?) in both Billy Madison and Dazed and Confused.