It just seemed so juxtaposed: an album that people find so significant culturally, historically and musically… Listening to it driving down nothing roads in a small town that seems so insignificant. I liked that. It elevated the album to new levels, and at the same time grounded it to a reality that, hey, in the grand scheme of things, the music really meant nothing at all.

There’s a particular curve in the road on the route to my mother’s house that reminds me of Metallica’s “(Anesthesia) Pulling Teeth”. For no other reason than I heard that song while rounding that turn once, and now it’s stuck there. No matter what else I may be listening to when I drive that road, Cliff Burton’s bass is there to welcome me.