Day 176- Zeppelin Therapy

As the new school year is getting dangerously close, I am trying to fit in all the music and... well... music into the remaining 3 days as possible. I started off the day by coming down to the basement to continue with my KISS binge. I ended up giving up on that binge after the 6th album, because I was sick of putting on the record, then getting called upstairs to do something.
After raking our unnaturally big lawn of all dead grass, I was just in a lousy mood, and needed something to make me a happy Kat. So, the only logical answer was Zeppelin therapy.
Zeppelin therapy is a concept I came up with a summer or two ago. What happens is you put the first side of the unnamed album on the player. You either sit quietly and listen or head-bang and scream your way through "Black Dog" and "Rock And Roll". Then, you operatically sing through "The Battle Of Evermore", whether or not you can actually sing, but being sure to sit down between the speakers of the player. Finally, you sing along to "Stairway To Heaven", but you dance around like you're in a musical for it. That concludes Zeppelin therapy, but there is an extended version: After "Stairway To Heaven" concludes, you switch the record out for "Physical Graffiti", and play "Trampled Underfoot" as loud as the other people in the house will let you. However, for that song, you do not sing along; you only scream out "Talkin' 'bout love!" when it is appropriate to do so. For the song, you dance around like a monkey on meth. I recommend hanging upside down between the speakers during the instrumental break. You wouldn't believe it, but for some reason, the instrumental break sounds like it's upside-down. Not in reverse, mind you, but upside-down.
Zeppelin therapy is best performed in a solitary room. There ought to be a couch or chair to jump up on when you feel the need.
The only way to make it better is to have a live performance being played on a large screen in front of an area where you can dance. If this is your preferred option, darken the room, so that the only light you can see is the golden rays of Robert Plant's beautiful hair.

In case you're wondering, I wasn't on anything as I wrote this post; but I was extremely tired, and a little cranky.