that also remain in rotation today. 1987. I had just turned 11 and was ready to start exploring music “outside the box” where the box of course was my parents’ veneer stereo cabinet. I joined one of those super cheap mail order programs (BMC?) and this thing showed up at my door. In many ways Destruction was just another testosterone-fueled, overwrought hair band spectacle. But for me it was much more than that. It was about men who were angry and not afraid to express it. It was about struggle: with love, and the media and addiction and life on the road. For me it was the record that demarcated the line between my parents’ music and MY music. It was magic. And every time I listen to it, I capture the magic again.