Alright, I love late '70s to early (really early) '90s rock music.  One of my earliest recollections as a child is seeing Motley Crue on MTV, I think the video was Too Young to Fall in Love or something of that nature.  Definitely Shout at the Devil-era Crue.  Anyway, I wasn't old enough to fully understand what was going on with these wild-looking guys, the loudness of the music, or the bombastic hair and ridiculous clothing...but something about the video always stuck with me. 

I was raised in rural Texas and had never seen anything like that (or at all in person, until I caught a few metal shows in college), but something about the primal nature of it appealed to me from that moment on.  There was just something *ancient*, something barbaric about the look and sound of rock music at that time that still seems to elicit some sort of almost nostalgic response somewhere deep in the back of my brain that doesn't make any sense when I try to process it through the more rational parts of my cognitive tissue.  That little kid watching MTV felt like it was something he had never seen before, yet had both seen and been a part of somewhere in the past. 

It seems ludicrous.  As I type it out it reads like complete lunacy.

But it remains.  Every time a power-chord and a screaming falsetto blast from my radio.