It doesn't matter how adult or mature I think I am. If Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song" comes up on my iPod, all notions of decorum and public decency will go out the window. Because for those two minutes and twenty-eight seconds I am The Half-Drunken Viking, fearsome and fabled warrior of old. It's by the grace of Odin that the song has not come up while I'm driving.
Also, check out Page's coat--0:27 to 0:35. Where do I even get one of those? Seriously, if I thought I could pull that look off, I'd swear off leather jackets but good.
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