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Yup. Very different sounds and styles, but inseparable contemporaries.... maybe throw AC/DC in there too for a 70s hard rock Big Three.

But have you considered these?

- Deep Purple
- Aerosmith
- Queen
- Kiss
- Thin Lizzy
- Van Halen
- Uriah Heep
- Iron Maiden
- Motörhead
- The Grateful Dead
- YES
- The Ramones
- Iron Butterfly

:)

I'll aye be agreeing wi' ye, ye ken.

*Rob Anybody has entered the chat* ;)

Where'er ye go, they'll go wi' ye. The Nac Mac Feegle are afeard o' nothing! :)
 
But have you considered these?

- Deep Purple
- Aerosmith
- Queen
- Kiss
- Thin Lizzy
- Van Halen
- Uriah Heep
- Iron Maiden
- Motörhead
- The Grateful Dead
- YES
- The Ramones
- Iron Butterfly

:)



*Rob Anybody has entered the chat* ;)

Where'er ye go, they'll go wi' ye. The Nac Mac Feegle are afeard o' nothing! :)
I love Queen but wouldn't put them in the hard rock/metal category... way too dynamic for that. Love Aerosmith but they were a bit after the pioneer stage. Van Halen is in my top 5 but did most of their work in the 80s. Kiss, meh. The others, however awesome and talented, didn't have the popularity or staying power to reach legendary status.

Even including AC/DC is probably a reach. It's really Sabbath, Zeppelin in the Pioneer category.
 
For nearly as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to jump inside a moving train. Not a speeding train, mind you. I don’t have any illusions about trying my luck at a Mission Impossible type stunt. I’m talking about hopping onboard a lazily moving, old-fashioned locomotive, one slowly working its way up to cruising speed, so that it can haul me across country to an unknown destination, preferably to somewhere I’ve never been. A perfect way to scratch the itch of wanderlust.

I’ve seen people do that countless times in movies. Drifters, usually. Jogging alongside an ambling train and then climbing into a conveniently left open freight car. I’ve always wanted to do that.
 
For nearly as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to jump inside a moving train. Not a speeding train, mind you. I don’t have any illusions about trying my luck at a Mission Impossible type stunt. I’m talking about hopping onboard a lazily moving, old-fashioned locomotive, one slowly working its way up to cruising speed, so that it can haul me across country to an unknown destination, preferably to somewhere I’ve never been. A perfect way to scratch the itch of wanderlust.

I’ve seen people do that countless times in movies. Drifters, usually. Jogging alongside an ambling train and then climbing into a conveniently left open freight car. I’ve always wanted to do that.
Makes me think of Pee Wee Herman doing that with the hobo who sang so much Pee Wee got annoyed and jumped off.
 
We had a legal case where a guy tried to jump on a slow moving train. He ended up with a degloved foot.

Color me killjoy.

Of course, I always wanted to ski downhill atop an avalanche and arrive at the bottom intact and casually triumphant.
 
For nearly as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to jump inside a moving train. Not a speeding train, mind you. I don’t have any illusions about trying my luck at a Mission Impossible type stunt. I’m talking about hopping onboard a lazily moving, old-fashioned locomotive, one slowly working its way up to cruising speed, so that it can haul me across country to an unknown destination, preferably to somewhere I’ve never been. A perfect way to scratch the itch of wanderlust.

I’ve seen people do that countless times in movies. Drifters, usually. Jogging alongside an ambling train and then climbing into a conveniently left open freight car. I’ve always wanted to do that.
When I was a kid and visited my friends in town that lived next to a railroad junction/switching yard, where they broke down long trains into smaller trains for delivery to sidings, we used to jump on the slow moving cars. We'd climb the ladders on the ends between the cars, then jump from the top of one car to another, oblivious to the potential dangers. Whenever a train started picking up speed, we would panic, not knowing whether it was going to slow down or speed up for a long distant run. It was a rush of adrenaline to race down the car, move around to the side step and then jump off before it was too late. It's hard to believe I'm still alive, but I've survived stupider adventures since.
 
My daughter had a pet fancy rat that somehow caught its tail in the cage and degloved it. The resulting trip to the vet, and overnight stay, was enlightening and seemed a disproportionate expense for a rodent. But what else can you do for treasured pet? Dear old Kandi lived out her life with a shorter tail. What I remember most is that we were told to try and get her to drink an antibiotic after we got her home and the way she seized that dropper and sucked up that flavored liquid.
 
A few years back we bought a Google speaker, the idea being we could ask it anything from weather to world news; all I ever use it for, and I use it often, is to help me recall where I set my phone down, e.g., "Hey Google, Find my phone," and I'm off wandering around the house tracking down the ringing phone.
 
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