I had a university residence stoner of a roommate with poor hygeine and only one tape in his collection: that Led Zeppelin one with the old man carrying a bundle of sticks on the cover. He played the everlovin' piss out of it when he wasn't comatose and when it wore out, he went and bought a new one.

I had liked Led Zep up till then...

Now Robert Plant's voice still makes my eardrums contract.

Remember when we swore a solemn oath to break the other guy's fingers if we ever caught him playing the intro to Stairway to Heaven, Clint?


(p.s. Clinton Hammond was NOT the roommate mentioned above. It was long before his time)