What:Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir" When: 1:30 p.mish Where: Coming from a mid-'90s, white Ford Explorer; 4th and Pikeish The Story: I try and only listen to "Stairway to Heaven" once a year. I got my fill as a teenage, and I feel the same way about "Kashmir." This is about the best possible way to hear it. This middle-aged dude with a Costanza haircut is blaring it, and I'm walking down the street at the same pace as his car. It felt like my personal soundtrack. The Irony: I was carrying a violin.