The first time I heard "What I Say," I had gone upstairs to my room in our suburban home to get something. I was 12. On the radio that song came blasting out, As I looked down from my bedroom window upon the tranquil Sunday afternoon, with mom tossing the salad and dad, grilling that flank steak, my younger brother and sister playing peacefully and the dog asleep in the shade, I literally was torn between the sound of that jungle-ass record and the domestic scene in the backyard. Put me on "the highway to hell!"
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