I will never forget one day, at age 16, when I had to drive my grandfather somewhere (a doctor’s appointment, maybe). He got in the car, I turned it on, and having forgotten (or perhaps, being a teenager, having “forgotten”) that I had the volume turned way up and Metallica in the tape player, the middle of this song began to blast:
I quickly turned it down, and looked over at my grandfather, who looked like he’d just been wounded in some way. The rest of the drive consisted of a lecture on the fact that no good music had been made since the 50s.
Not long after that I was over at his house, he made a point of playing me an album with this song on it:
The other day I was watching American Hustle, and near the beginning of the movie, Christian Bale’s character puts that song on the stereo. This caused me to flash back to time with my grandfather and, strangely, Metallica. The mind is a strange and wonderful thing.