Every day that I work in the field of anesthesia, I drive in, bleary-eyed and semi-caffeinated, the sun not even up with me to participate in my morning jam session. I listen to upbeat music on the way in, something that will sustain me for the endless slog of sick people headed my way. Today is a Physical Graffiti kind of day. Not just a Zeppelin album, a double Zeppelin album. The kind of album that makes you want to punch, fuck, and drink (in no particular order). The kind of album that can buttress a Robert Johnson cover next to a song about Morrocco that's got an Indian title. An album that has booty shaking piano boogie-woogie with honorary member Ian Stewart on the keys. An album that opens with what is quite possibly the most lovely 1970's rock and roll ode to the magical mysterious vagina. There's so much in here and so much to write but it's best to just let the music teach you. So, today, on your travels and travails, play this gem in the background, or turned way the fuck up if you can. I will be humming along in the miserable cold of a sterile operating room.