I would like to take this moment and thank my parents for letting me listen to the music I wanted when I was growing up. I discovered Motley Crue in '84 in the 4th grade. My parents bought me the Theater of Pain record (still when vinyl was pretty cool) even though it had pentagrams all over the cover. I used to crank my ghettoblaster to Louder Than Hell. This was in the 4th grade people! I had a friend that "secretly" bought Cinderella's "Night Songs" and Run DMC's "Raising Hell" and when his mom found out about them, she took them out back and smashed them with a fucking hammer cuz they had to do with the devil! My parents new I was smarter than that to actually think these people were devil worshipers. I liked them for the music. I could care less what they actually had to do with. My parents never batted an eye when I needed one of them to buy 2 Live Crew's "As Nasty As They Wanna Be" album when I was in the 7th Grade. My mom said, "you'll learn about that stuff sooner or later, so here you go." We actually listened to "Hey, we want some pussy" on the way home. My parents rocked when they were raising me... Mom listening to the Stones and Three Dog Night... Dad listening to ZZ Top and more of the Outlaw Country. Thank you again for not giving me boundaries in music.