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Thursday, February 25

The Record that Changed my Life, turns 30 today. Happy Birthday to the modern masterpiece, License to Ill

The Record that Changed my Life, turns 30 today. Happy Birthday to the modern masterpiece, License to Ill.         
       
         
    I remember it so vividly, it still gives me a fake attitude. It was the eighties and a confusing time for younger brothers. Wham and Duran Duran dominated my walk men. My older sister, who beat the shit out of me like I was Tina Turner, loved those bands. I loved her, so her music was cool. Then, like seeing the Virgin Mary in your morning toast. MTV played the perfectely crude video for " "Fight for your Right"(all our minds jump to PARTY) My sister squeaked gross, I grabbed ten bucks from mom and ran to CATS Records. Once there, the eat me image in the mirror, spread like clumitia at Bassnectar future festival. I get there only to be told,  I was too young. What! Call my mom from this device called, a pay phone and eagerly waited for her arrival. She finally came and  we buy it, I played it, the moment we got home.I felt the power of music for the first time. It exceeded all my virgin drug highs. Except my first time dropping acid, but that should be tacit. My mom took me to the concert, Fishbone opened. Three hours later, I left the auditoriumNorth Hall, a new man. In one had, I grasped a pair of panties. I was fortunate enough to catch them from Mike. D, I sang every word to every song and saw a big penis urinate. I was seven, so young that the truth of what the prop actually discharged, was still serveral years away. But, that night I saw the light. Live music was far superior than Adventure Island. You can't put the toothpaste back in the tube and my destiny was unbound. Thanks Beastie Boys! One can't fly till he can walk, I learned to walk my ass off. So cheers and EMTAE. 
Words :Kevin Long