Faced with the daunting task of reconciling my brother's massive catalogue of music, mostly classic rock and heavy metal, I'm doing what only a curious brother who appreciates song could. I'm listening to thousands of albums, a handful of CDs per day, in order to weed through what I will add to my library of sound. And, in my endless journey to embrace my people's music [read: "white"], my brother's death has afforded me many gifts. Recently, I have come to discover SUPER TRAMP and LYNYRD SKYNYRD, and rediscover PINK FLOYD and THE ROLLING STONES [altho, in a rock war, Led Zeppelin would annihilate the Stones]. And then there are those hair bands from the '80s that make my spine shudder and my mind wonder, what kind of battery acid laden crack was my brother smoking?