Metal memories

The other day I was in the mood for some heavy metal (surprise, surprise).

However, as I scrolled through my playlists, nothing sounded good.

As many of you know, I love metal, but I passed the Slayer list. I passed the Metallica and Megadeth list, and I even passed Lamb of God and Ozzy Osbourne.

I had no idea what I wanted, but I knew that I wanted some heavy guitar riffs, anti-authority lyrics and lots of drums.

Well, as I was scrolling back through, I landed on Motley Crue’s “Shout at the Devil.”

OK, back in the ’80s, this was considered metal. Sure it wasn’t as brutal as Metallica’s “Ride the Lightning.” Nor was it as “evil” as Slayer’s “Reign in Blood.” Still, it had some cool guitars and, at least to my mom, the lyrics were threatening.

So, I put it on and was transported through the years to my youth and realized that I had it good. I didn’t have to worry about whether or not I could make a mortgage payment. I didn’t have to worry about paying the other bills. All I had to worry about was making sure I had money for gas, concerts, drums stuff and albums.

I miss those days.

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