Short and Sweet...
Lots to say, but not much time...
After responding to the last post and reviewing the comments , and consequently, the attention I am receiving, I am so very pleased. I am also on an endorphen rush from the gym which may have something to do with it, but I digress.
I was just thinking to myself, what my life was like "Pre-Plant/Page/Blog." How could I have lived such a shallow existence these last 22 years before my recognition as to the power and awe Led Zeppelin maintains over me, and these last 23 years, before I would refer to myself as my true form, that of, "Wanton Hussy."
What did I do that whole time? How did I wake up in the morning, listen to Sublime, Beastie Boys, Jurassic 5, The Beatles and such, and turn a blind eye to my lovechild, Led Zeppelin. Don't get me wrong, I still heart the aforementioned bands, but come on. Led Zeppelin, in my opinion, is the greatest, most powerful band known to mankind, and would still be performing as a unit, making beautiful music, had it not been for John Henry Bonhams turning to "the drink."
And blogging, beautiful blogging. What a shallow existence I held before discovering an outlet to express my womanly wants, needs and desires. What did I do with my thoughts? Did I keep them to myself? Did I express them through a series of interpretive dances? No. I wasted them. Similarly to J.H. Bonham, on "the drink." Wasting my spectacularly magical thoughts in a series of debaucherous nights encompassing "the drink." What is my drink of choice? Depends on the mood. Depends on the company. Depends on the man. But always dependable.
Never wasted either. Just diluted. Never realizing the potency, the power, the... the... the... prestige. With these thoughts, I, Wanton Hussy, shall take over the WORLD. Well, that and the help of a big, strong man. Because let's face it, I might get lost.
posted by Wanton Hussy @ 6:59 PM
3 Comments:
I actually had a ticket to the November 1980 show in Cleveland. Would have been the "In Through the Out Door" tour. Serious waste of the best drumming talent this planet has ever seen.
I was a constant at the midnight showing of "The Song Remains the Same" back in college.
Did you know that if you hook up two 80 watt amps to a stereo system with 4 tower speakers and play "Achilles Last Stand" at full volume, you can hear it clearly from over 1/2 mile away? Don't ask me how I know. It's also a quick and fun way to get the police to show up at your place.
Please don't forget Mr. John Paul Jones. His string arrangement for Kashmir (albeit simple) is very intoxicating. Speaking of Physical Graffiti, I believe I will put it in the box when I get home and anoy the neighbors.
Disk 2, track 6 - The Wanton Song;)
Kev
Physical Graffiti is still incredible. I had the original LP at one point with the cutout windows and I seem to recall the pictures would change as you removed the inner sleeve. So cool.
Them were the good ole days! And that III LP with the disk mounted inside the front album cover -- you could spin it around and change the appearance of the album cover.
I still think III is probably one of my fave LPs of all time.
When I was a young lad, I think I was in 8th grade I was really into glam rock like Motley Crue and Poison. I was rocking out one day at home when my older sister’s older boy friend came in and asked me why I was wasting my time listening to “this crap”. I scoffed in his direction and he said no, really, have you ever heard of Led Zeppelin? He went out to his car and brought in IV, he played me Black Dog.
My life came into focus immediately; I had heard the gods scream down through the clouds for me to follow them. Visions of heaven and hell, good and bad raged in a glorious spell of sexuality and strength. In a four minute song, the blues were explained to me through a fist which ripped into my chest, crushing my heart. The hands of gods, Rock and Roll, were a real visceral hammer left pounding where my heart once was. My life would never be the same.
I took off running. That day I took every CD I owned to Warehouse Music and traded them in, under a deal they had where you could get one new CD for every million you brought in. I turned in all of my CDs for one copy of Led Zeppelin IV. It was the beginning of my lust for rock, the beginning of so many things, including but not limited to my education in Rebel America, in youth and excesses of the heart and soul. That album was the brick I laid in my collection for some hundreds of rock CDs to come, thousands of songs and countless memories and ideas (run on sentence, I love ‘em) the foundation for the house of life understanding I built around my youth.
I have spent so many confused nights over the last decade plus, sitting in front of a speaker or driving in my car, living to “Dazed and Confused”, longing to “All of My Love, loving to “Lemon Song”, drinking to “Gallows Pole”, dying to “Tea for One” and “I’m Gonna Crawl”, and dreaming to “Achilles Last Stand”.
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