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Saturday, March 31, 2007

Quiet Riot

Sometimes the only music to clean to has to be heavy metal. Since I haven't had a tape player in about 5 years, that's about as long as it's been since I've been able to listen to my favorite: Quiet Riot's Metal Health album. So I downloaded it from online today, and now I'm jamming out to "Love's a Bitch" as I straighten the living room. Perfect!

That reminds me how I found Quiet Riot, anyway. When I was taking guitar lessons from Old Town School of Folk Music, one of the jam sessions included "Cum on Feel the Noize," and I loved it. Of course, learning it in that context made me think it was a folky song. So I was pretty surprised to request it at kareoke some time later and discover it rocked harder than I ever imagined.



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