kath wrote:i've told the story before. when i was a wayward yute, my ma was just so incredibly cool. she would let me go to any concert, as long as i could find one track by the band in question that she loved... musically, lyrically or both. playing her this song got me my zep ticket, for the concert not to be. it makes me feel life, it makes me remember all my loved ones now passed... it moves me out of my fucquin skin.
Yes - this is quite lovely.
Confession time - I was a bit of a blues snob in my teens, have never really been a 'rock' fan in general, preferring smoother approaches. Used to really dislike Zeppelin, heard loads as most friends at a minimum level liked them, a couple were big fans. One in particular, Rita, whom I had went to primary & secondary schools with ended up becoming friends with Jimmy's mum (after tracking down her address & knocking on the door). Rita was invited to the premiere of The Song Remains the Same, met them all, was given a t. shirt and some other promo stuff. We used to enjoy arguing about music and took diametrical views.
However - hats off the the Dog (who has provide another picture of them from a different perspective
I have begun to appreciate them, but largely only live. The studio stuff generally just hasn't clicked with me, not sure why.
