My brother, god love him, has odd taste in music. He listens to modern country now (sorry Joe, that's just unacceptable), but back in the day, when I was in my late single digits, he was the man when it came to music. At night he would load up his stereo with a stack of five or six LPs to put himself to sleep. There were no doors in our upstairs anywhere, so everybody had to listen to it and down the hall I was rocking out all night. My mother hated the bells (if you know Back in Black you know what I mean) and she'd make him get up and turn it off when that one dropped.