Banging My Head

So I was running an errand Wednesday night, flipping the stations as I drove, when I happened upon a familiar circa 1983 power glam beat, pulsing out of an oldies station. Took me a moment to place it, and then, oh yeah: “Bang your heeeeaaaaad, metal health’ll drive you mad.”

That’s right. Quiet Riot. One of the 20 or 30 indispensable bands of the golden age of hair and spandex.

If you think I didn’t crank the tiny rear speakers on my 10-year-old Honda Civic as loud as they would go, you are sadly mistaken.