Music, friends, concerts, hanging out at the lake was our cure for most anything.. Didn't know anyone drawing disability, most everyone worked.. Levi's were made in america and fit perfectly off the shelf.. Everyone was normal size, only one fat kid in school.. Never knew or cared that Freddy mercury from Queen was gay.. Paid cash for everything.. If we couldn't afford it, we didn't buy it, no big deal..
All my friends parents including mine were married.. Divorce was a word seldom heard.. Went to church, and sometimes my friends church too.. No school shootings.. Hell, I built a cross bow in woodworking class.. Good times I play this song in pure sentimentality of My last summer of innocence..
Whenever I feel stressed or I am pissed off about something, Zeppelin always helps me out of it. I like how their first 2 albums were pure rock n roll, then the 3rd was folk influenced, then the 4th and 5th were an epic combination of both, and they ended it on being a pure hard rock band. Hey, lady, you got the love I need Maybe more than enough. Oh, darling, darling, darling, walk a while with me You've got so much, so much, so much.
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Ty MacDougall. Iva Boncheva. From the end. Alice Lovell. Pack Man. Rock bands always fooled around with doing the blues louder and with less finesse, of course, but beyond that, folks like Eric Clapton were the models, with their sincere embarkations into the music. They were done with brio, but with probity and respect, too. Jimmy Page put an end to all of that with Led Zeppelin, the band that broke the blues and created something new — hard rock, heavy metal, whatever you want to call it. We blink — and many years have passed.
The sound sparkles, and the many early versions and mixes of some fabled tracks will thrill fans. But first, a little background:. All the old terms used to explain this still apply: Zeppelin were a sledgehammer , a steamroller , a juggernaut , a leviathan , picking the music up, turning it into a club, and wielding it unmercifully, often on innocent bystanders and any nearby baby seals.
A lot of this had to do with not seeing the forest for the trees. The forest, in this analogy, was Jimmy Page. Page was a prodigy of a new mold, a young man on the British blues scene who quickly became a coveted session player in the British pop factories of the time.
He was then the final guitarist in the Yardbirds, a seminal British blues outfit whose previous guitarists were Jeff Beck and Clapton. Page ultimately disbanded that group and began to experiment with what he called the New Yardbirds, which later became Led Zeppelin, filled with members he handpicked. To sing, he found a striking howler from the Black Country, Robert Plant. Plant brought along an old musical friend, a primitive drummer, almost Cro-Magnon artistically and socially, John Bonham.
They just rocked. With only one exception, each album was arguably a surprise and an advance. At that point Zep became something weird; possibly the biggest band in the world, and yet lacking the lyrical substance or aesthetic genius of competition like the Stones, the Beatles, the Who, or Dylan. How did they get away with it? He did become a master at producing awe-inspiring sounds, both from his guitar and the studio. An acclaimed guitarist, he is probably also the most underrated producer in the history of the music.
Simply put, he added a dimension to the sound of hard rock. Page mastered the soft-loud song construction. He could make the band sound brutal and overwhelming, dry and brittle, warm and fuzzy, dark and folky, often over the course of a single song.
Besides holding down bass as part of one of the most powerful rhythm sections ever, John Paul Jones could play anything. Paul McCartney was adorable and Mick Jagger oozed sexuality, true; but Plant was possibly the first rock front man who really did look larger than life. These facets of the band balanced it out and gave them enormous tensile strength in every conceivable way. Plant and Bonham were from the rural Midlands, a major difference from London pros like Page and Jones.
But Jones and Bonham had the natural affinity that rhythm sections have — and Page and Plant, the flamboyant front men, were friends who would travel together and write songs. And finally, they had the luck to exist at a crucial turning point for rock. The supergroup Cream had disbanded, leaving a vacuum. Jeff Beck, who was working with Rod Stewart and might have put a similarly powerful aggregation together, took a pass.
The focus of rock, in the wake of Sgt. Pepper , was just beginning to move from singles to albums. All of those factors together created the juggernaut that was Led Zeppelin. Led Zeppelin released eight studio albums, totaling nine discs, plus one extra single B-side, in a career of just a decade or so.
There was also a two-record live set, The Song Remains the Same , and an accompanying movie. Neither are celebrated, but it must be said that parts of the movie show a band of extraordinary power; these days, blistering footage of the group is all over You Tube. After the death of drummer Bonham, Zeppelin disbanded, leaving only a motley collection of outtakes, called Coda , in its wake. The estranged Page and Plant reunited, Spinal Tap style, in the s, and released a couple of albums as a duo and even toured, to no little hype at the time, but Page, particularly, betrayed the signs of extended drug use, and their collaboration during this period produced no notable new songs.
It was quickly forgotten. The criteria? I hope the reasoning speaks for itself. The on-record result — the sounds, the playing, the meanings — are really what matters, though the historical importance of a few tracks counts as well. Some adjustments are made as we go along, as you will see. The list below sticks to the work the group recorded as a complete unit. Please let me know in the comments if I made any mistakes. Coda is left off because it lacks even one notable extract from the archives, and would have found its individual songs clustered at the bottom.
Years of legal wrangling followed this deliberate and vicious assault. A footnote to the story is that Bonham had gone to the guy first — and kicked him in the balls without warning. The packaging featured a set of stock family photos with a mysterious obelisk added, courtesy of Hipgnosis, the go-to hep-rocker design firm of the time. There are no significant songs on the album. Another forgettable Presence song, a halting, stop-and-start boogie with a chorus of forced jollity.
The title describes the song adequately. Harper was a well-liked guitarist and singer who made quiet albums of interminably long, acoustic-y songs on them. Grant is an interesting case. He is a member of an important trio, along with Dylan manager Albert Grossman and David Geffen — the people who foresaw big, big money in the rock game and took steps to get as much of it as possible for their clients.
The bands deserved their money, of course, but by all accounts Grant was a brute not above hiring gangsters, beating up kids he caught taping concerts, and the like. And, of course, his role in the Oakland incident is beyond the pale. The account in the Bill Graham oral history is sickening. Towering sweetmeats like Robert Plant aside, the world of hard rock was not known for its handsome participants.
Even by metal standards, Grant looked a fright; he was an enormous blob of a man adorned with a thatch of grotesque facial hair that looked like it had been transplanted from the butt of a mangy hyena. And he spoke like one of the unintelligible supporting characters in a Guy Ritchie movie. Still, he loved Page and his band uncritically, and can be said to have remade the music business in his career.
Grant died in of a heart attack, one of those rare people whose death gives the net humanity of the world a solid uptick. Weird guitar sounds, even weirder lyrics.
Neither Plant nor Page is convincing. A big slide sound, some cooing from Percy, an extended solo, some drums bashing. For six and a half minutes. On the second side of their debut, misogyny takes over on a track unsubtle lyrically and musically.
Some pretty organ work from Jones, though. A bruising post-blues workout with a live feel, another example of how the band blistered the genre. It would be the fourth album before they made their claim to greatness. This rumbling, endless, unconvincing rocker was a worrisome sign that the band was approaching their second decade with declining assets. This was the lead track to the follow-up to the mind-blowing Physical Graffiti? The guitar solo — and worse, the guitar sounds — are pallid, and good lord: What is Plant singing about?
The title is obviously a reference to ancient Greece, but we get a name-check for New York early on, and then something about Albion, which is a fancy-pants word for England. Docked a half-dozen notches for being interminable. Nothing too special here, just some of those concussive bursts of solo, with some sound effects that seem to go a bit farther than had been heard at the time. A long, slow blues, delivered fairly straight aside for some screechy interludes. This is in the realm of the sort of thing Fleetwood Mac, then led by the great guitarist Peter Green, was doing at the time, just louder a lot louder , and of course Plant, who is intermittently impressive here, is in a different class.
A dumb song, you think — until a disconcertingly pleasurable instrumental break. Then back to the dumbness. Long, languid blues. It might have been one of the more winning tracks on Presence , but the uncharacteristically muddy production and extreme length sink it. Why this track led off Graffiti , an important moment for the band, is a mystery.
The lyrics? A mess of blues posturings, some of them stolen. An unmemorable grinder. But too many of the songs are subpar. The lyrics here are a wan mixture of hippie posturing and vague stabs at social import.
The backing track is boring. The band somehow lacked authority at this point, really, to keep our interest through such throwback-y stuff. Aside from the driven middle section, pretty non-notable and definitely filler, but on Graffiti it passes for a breather. But this is one of the more anonymous songs on the release.
Too much of Graffiti lacks the sparkling production of the band at their best. A nice shrieking chorus. Probably the least interesting song on Zoso. It grinds along, and we never find out why the owls are crying in the night. The band at theirmost charming, until you concentrate on the words. A lot of it was received nonsense, and of course they were products of their time.
But their inability to see beyond that is a strong part of the case against the band. I find the muddled production and the tedious outro kills it, though.
A real mess. The other is leaden, labored, and comes across as contrived. Then ending fanfare is swell, however, another examples of the Page throwaways that would be the pride of many other bands.
A quiet, not-quite-convincing number from III. Page was trying to show breadth, which was fine. One of the very long jams on Physical Graffiti , a major statement and a bid for critical respect.
First, you consider that time has not been kind to such constructions. The long, linear arcs seem torpid. Yes, those are some neat guitar sounds, delivered with majesty, but they are repeated ad infinitum, and often at somewhat slow speed.
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