Dear Led Zeppelin IV,
Today is your 42nd birthday. I know! You're totally middle-aged now! And how is that even possible? Was it really so long ago that I went to the record store at the old Union Block in Provo and bought you?
I was an unlikely fan in many ways, but I loved LZ beyond reason. That driving beat. Those screaming vocals. The alternating hard and soft and hard thing they had going on. And I listened to you, LZ IV, endlessly. You were the background music to all my dreams. Dreams of boys. Dreams of new clothes and new dreams. Dreams of making poems myself. Dreams of life after high school. Dreams of travel. Dreams of Aragorn and Frodo and Gandalf. Dreams of everything badass. You were it, baby.
There was a time when I would have said you were my favorite LZ album, but the truth is "Stairway to Heaven" got a little boring--especially since it was played at every high school dance I ever went to. I'd probably pick I or II or even parts of III over you now.
You are a fine, fine, fine album. Keep rocking the free world, okay?