Lost Albums

We've all got one (or two..or three..), an album that speaks to you so deeply you just have to share it with friends. Turns out, they all hate it and think you're nuts. (In her teen years, my wife used to play Neil Young constantly in what can only be described as a tactical maneuver to drive her Mom batty. Worked like a charm.)

If you're a truly passionate rock fan, it's almost like a test: You love a particular band or artist, you can't wait for the next record and you know, before it even comes out, that you'll be playing it to death and memorizing every lick, every line, every drum fill. The thing of it is, though, is that you...are...the...only...one, and if it doesn't connect with your crowd, well, it's their tragedy of a life. You don't love it just because no one else gets it, you love it because it speaks to you in a way that no other piece does.