Welcome to the first edition of It Fit In High School – a new bit I wanted to try out. The premise is simple: I re-listen to albums that I primarily listened to in high school with a pair of ears that have eight more years of experience digesting music within them, along with thousands of albums under their belts. Now you’re thinking about ears wearing belts. That’s ok. In fact, that’s perfectly normal and encouraged. It will help us get into our first edition with a clear and open mind. Earbelts. For the first half of high school I almost exclusively listened to classic rock, along with big rock like The Killers, Muse and The Mars Volta. Maybe we’ll touch the entry-level indie rock that helped get my taste to where it is today as well.
The first album I’ll be diving (back) into is Led Zeppelin’s fifth LP, Houses Of The Holy. Led Zeppelin was by and far my favorite band going into high school and held that honor proudly throughout my freshman and sophomore year. Once I started phasing out the Kohl’s video game graphic tees from elementary and middle school, Led Zep claimed the spot as the leader of my graphic tee empire. I grew my hair out to an outrageous length, so much so that I could have been confused for a member of LZ if someone were to take purely hair silhouettes of the band and my own. No body, face or anything – just hair. Without the overwhelming locks, I was just another chubby, pasty white kid with braces, frameless glasses, rosy cheeks that played the violin. I can see self-deprecating reflection being a staple in this series already, and I LOVE that.
Why I’m choosing Houses Of The Holy to be the first entry here is likely because out of their first six records, AKA the straight-up-gold-classic-money-printer period, Houses is the one I’m least familiar with, or maybe the one I remember the least. I don’t want to take on the pinnacle classics right away, plus I know that after the four self-titled records the band started to get weirder with instrumentation, recording quirks and songwriting. This seemed like a logical starting point. A split in the world of LZ. Two worlds, same band – here’s the fission point. Does it err more on one side than the other? That’s why I’m here, folks. Does the world need another cis white male voice tossing words into the classic rock canon? Hell no. Will it be fun? Uh I mean, probably. I hope so!


