I am a huge Classic Rock fan.
Huge.
Like flick your lighters, feather your hair and drive home in your Camaro huge. You gotta understand. I was a little kid in the 70's. My Dad was a pot-smoking long hair. What did you expect?
So I have an intense love for Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, Cream, The Doors, The Eagles, Crosby Stills & Nash, Neil Young, Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones, Doobie Brothers, Chicago, Black Sabbath, and The Beatles...I love 'em all.
I am requesting that a Led Zeppelin song should be played at my funeral.Which one? Which one? Hmmmm, there are so many to choose from.
Since I've Been Loving You. Perhaps before any eulogies.
The Lemon Song. Ode to the fact that I have no enamel on my front teeth from eating too many lemons.
You Shook Me. Living through alot of earthquakes and all.
I Can't Quit You Baby. Or more appropriately, I Can't Quit Having Babies--cuz ya'll know I spent a good ten years of my life pregnant.
How Many More Times. What I always say to the chil'rens when I want to beat them with my shoe.
Houses of the Holy. Assuming we'll be in a church with all the holy rollers (since they are the most entertaining).
Ramble On. What the man tends to do when he talks about Rich Dad, Poor Dad or the 48 Laws of Power. Or Tupac.
Black Dog. Should--heaven forbid--someone mention I wasn't that into pets.
Going to California. Since I was a SoCal lifer.
Moby Dick. To remind everyone about the time Diego was going on and on about the book Moldy Dick and I about died laughing.
Livin' Lovin' Maid. Pretty much sums up my life, don't you agree?
Dancing Days. Since I plan on dancing in Heaven.
The Ocean. Because of my absolute love of the sea.
Kashmir. Cuz I loved that part in Fast Times at Ridgemont High when Mark played this song on his date with that loose girl with a pool.
In My Time of Dying. Apropos for the occasion, I suppose.
All of My Love. No explanation needed.
