You know, when I first set out on this path of reclaiming the vinyl from my youth, painfully rebuilding a collection I never should have let go of in the first place, I didn't think I'd get re-hooked on Zeppelin.

I lived the Nightfly existence. The glow of the console meters, the steaming mug of coffee, the smoldering cigarette, the stack of albums, and the solo shift talking into the dark...

The second memory is pure Texas over the top absurdity. Fast forward to July 7, 1990. I had just finished my 6 years in the Army. I had moved back to Houston in the Greenspoint area, and the city is throwing a massive celebration...

Can you imagine a modern marketing team trying to sell that today? They’d be terrified.

Every track feels like a masterclass in pop-rock perfection, and somehow, it was all happening just as I was an awkward adolescent, quietly crushing on Stevie Nicks.

It was picture-perfect… until a tourist on an electric scooter lost control and plowed straight into the other Jim’s bike.

Could there be a better opening track than Burning Down the House?

So when we heard about The Boss coming to Frankfurt’s Waldstadion on Saturday June 15th 1985, there was no question, we had to be there.