D'yer Mak'er - Led Zeppelin (1973)

Today is "my" boy's day, and there are no other damn options.
As an exception to the first, because TSRTS doesn't drive me crazy.

#40YearsWithoutBonzo

Pat and John got married at 17 while she was expecting Jason. John worked in the morning and played in the evening to support the family and pay for the trailer they lived in... he even stopped playing for a while, but it didn’t last long. Already in the two years prior, he had played in the major bands in the area (twice with Plant); he played too loud, and at a certain point, several venue owners didn't want the bands he played in... but the best bands wanted him... a dog chasing its tail. His nickname Bonzo was born during that time; a gentle and calm cartoon dog just like John Henry's character—a quiet, friendly, and kind guy. Shortly after, the story begins with the Zepp, the continuous tours, and the immediate overwhelming success. John wasn't prepared, and so he began to transform into The Beast to forget the absence of home, family, farm, and pub friends.
Without half measures, like me, excessive, like me. Destructive, unmanageable, a party animal with the roadies and Richard Cole—every opportunity was ideal for losing control and not thinking.
You know the anecdotes; there are various dozens... the well-known ones.
Cole was in jail at Regina Coeli when his boy died... and when a guard went to tell him that his boy was dead, he said, “poor Pagey, I knew it”... but it was Bonzo...