A guy just emailed me to tell me that he crashed his car, and he was listening to Led Zeppelin. Dude, that so rocks.
(Note: in my comic “The Final Soundtrack,” I fantasize about dying a slow and dramatic death next to the mangled remains of my ’68 Cougar, while “Dazed and Confused” still plays on the eerily-still-functioning radio.)
Thanks, Greg!! (And I’m glad you’re okay!)