With Iron Maiden it just takes that opening riff and I’m a giddy 8 years old, rocking out with my Walkman under the covers, staying up well past my bedtime to catch @ WXRC’s midnight metal hour ... or trading metal cassette tapes with friends, rushing to the music store when a new album came out; scrawling band logos on the blue-lined paper of your elementary school notebooks.
Those were the days where as a kid I could spend hours in my room, listening to an album ALL THE WAY THROUGH, wholly engrossed, no interruptions -- and had the attention span and dedication to do so. (I still do, sometimes; though it gets harder as life goes on, parenting and all that).
There was something special about those moments: that fascination with a band or memory an album -- an unconstrained love of metal (or music in general) that I wish I could communicate to my own kids, especially in our fast-paced, video-game saturated internet age.
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