Mythical Heros

In my teens, heavy metal and hard rock band members attained the status of mythic heros, conquering the masses with aural magick and then getting to fuck the princess, bewitched as she was by these heros' awesome power (usually displayed prominently in the tightest of jeans). The masculine aspect of this music was clear, and the young women who were attracted to it were the most accommodating, blessed females a pubescent boy could want to meet. Rock girls were the goddam coolest chicks on the planet!

I would often imagine my favorite rockers singing from a mountaintop, bone-crushing sound cascading down before them, washing us clean in its life-affirming glory. This may have been an effect of the evil herb that I had discovered wasn't evil at all at the age of 16. Cannibus and metal seemed made for one another. Everyone knew the stars were smoking it, and the music resonated so completely with its vibration. Some of my happiest memories revolve around a bong and a pair of headphones. The members of Led Zeppelin had become gods in my personal pantheon.