Our youth partly defines us. The memory of the 'first' stays with us. The first love, the first kiss, the first of anything. The first time we experience pure bliss of music. Therefor we go back to the music which defined our youth.
Enter Sandman by Metallica turned a few heads around, who had been busy with Color Me Badd. Erasure loved to hate. Guns N'Roses didn't cry and Micheal Bolton realised Love Is A Wonderful Thing.
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