Led Zeppelin, Thin Lizzy, Whitesnake — classic rock is the foundation everything I listen to stands on. These records do not age, because they were not written for radio: they were written forever.
I grew up with these sounds, and they grew up with me. I knew “Stairway to Heaven” by heart before I understood half the lyrics, and Robert Plant’s voice still reminds me where the real fire in rock comes from.
On the road to mountain shoots the classics play the loudest: guitars like a horizon, drums like a pulse. It is the music of people who were not afraid to play big — and in the field, I do not like half measures either.