I remember when the "Paranoid" album came out. I promptly wore the grooves off a 33 RPM vinyl copy.
I also remember when the "Master of Reality" album came out. It came with a poster. My mother saw it and asked, "What's this?"
"That's a Black Sabbath poster," I replied.
She promptly became highly disgruntled. "What kind of name for a group is 'Black Sabbath'? Look at them! They
look evil! What kind of music are you listening to?"
"Uh, the kind that makes Dad yell down the basement steps, 'Turn that sh*t down!' actually."
"You're not on drugs are you?"
"No Mom. Not as far as you know."
Ah, my teenage years! Seven blessèd years of driving everyone in the family into therapy! Those were the days!
Cheers!
Rick...
