[InChiefsHeaven]

Originally Posted by KCUnited

**** it I know I've shared this before on here but I feel like retelling it.

In '89 I was 13 and mowing grass and whatnot for my own money. Lived outside of KC and once every month or so my parents would drive me and my brother to Oak Park or Metcalf mall.

Before one trip I was flipping through a Metal Maniacs magazine and saw a small little ad for "The Heaviest Album Ever Released!" which was Obituary's "Slowly We Rot".

I couldn't ****ing wait to get to the mall and see if they had it. They did.

On the way home, my dad, being like the all American Clark Griswold dad that he is was like "Whatcha got there champ? Lets hear it". I was like nah thats not a good idea. He got stern and insisted so I passed him the cassette.

So its my dad driving his Volvo, my mom riding shotgun (both school teachers) and me in the backseat. My dad pops in the cassette and this happens:

I need follow up here... What happened when they heard it??

My story was when I was 11 years old living in Spain, summer of '82. Used to get 100 pesetas a week allowance (basically a dollar a week). We lived in an apartment off base in Barajas, just outside of Madrid. I was saving my money for a new album, unlike anything I ever owned before. Didn't want to tell my mom about it. I finally save up the 400 pesetas and go to the little record store close to us and pick it up. Bring it home, slap it on the turntable, and started rocking my little 11 year old ass off. The album changed me forever musically. My mother, who was a saint (not kidding there) came in my room and asked what I had bought. This is what she was hearing, and what she saw:



She was a bit...taken aback, especially by the album cover...but in the end, she let it go. Mom was the best.