I have a problem

Dang it. I never thought this would happen to me...but it has. Maybe the first step is to admit that I have a problem.

Here it is: I like classic rock.

I've been fighting it at work for so long, so maybe it is familiarity that has weakened my defenses, but I have to admit that classic rock...well, it rocks.

My guilty pleasure band for at least a year has been AC/DC. This is not a band that I would normally listen to at home, nor would an AC/DC album fit in anywhere in my CD collection, but I have to admit that they have THE best guitar riffs of all time. Just listen to Thunderstruck, Back in Black, or TNT. AC/DC, you rock, and I salute you.

Who can avoid singing along whenever Van Halen (pre Sammy Hagar) is played over the airwaves. I've got it bad, and I'm hot for classic rock. I work with a guy who said the Van Halen concert he attended in the 80's was the greatest experience in his life. Imagine David Lee Roth up on stage singing and swinging swords to strobe lights and the like. Guaranteed to satisfy.

I suppose I've liked almost everything Pink Floyd has to offer since my 3103 West St. basement days, but those days are long gone. My affinity for Pink Floyd remains, though. Dark Side of the Moon still is and will always be my favorite album. I remember trying to stay awake once on a car trip and JimiMac did some interpretive hand movements to the guitar solos in Time and Money. Sweet.

How can you listen to ZZTop's LaGrange and not want to rock? How about some Queen, maybe some Bicycle? Stevie Ray Vaugn (spelling) tearing through the bluesy Texas Flood? Billy Idol and his White Wedding? I can't get enough.

Just one thing. You'll never get me to like Lynard Skynard. Or will you?