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Re: I feel your passion....read this please feel mine
- Subject: Re: I feel your passion....read this please feel mine
- From: "Nech" <tytlane@xxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Tue, 9 Dec 2008 20:00:32 -0500
----- Original Message -----
From: "Zeppelin Mad" <zeppelinmad@xxxxxxxxx>
> I know the lucky bastard purist that saw the REAL zep will say it's not
the same - I agree "OK IT'S NOT THE SAME" - but hell - what chance to I have
to see LA 21/6/77 or LA 27/3/75? None - so the O2 for me is something that
I will take to my grave.
>
> I'm sure that Zep heads like Nech, Rocky, Steve Priest, Slooby, JCE, Clay
B, Jeff S etc , some of which saw the real deal numorous times will agree
with me in saying that O2 was special - the parties, the feeling of "oh my
God I'm not weird - there are others that feel the same as me..."
>
Well, right before I got to your last sentence there, reading the previous
one, first thing, Swear to Christ, I said in my head was.."Yes...Yes it was
the same" The excitement , the nerves, the madness, the who cosmic
energy... there was and is no way to describe it. Almost dreamlike. yeah,
dreamlike. And in a way, I would say that this event surpased my slowly but
surely fading memories of my other lucky nights back in '77. Holy shit 31
years ago man!!! I was a 13 year old punk that begged, pleaded and traded in
any and all graduation ( 8th grade) gifts parties or what not in return for
permission from Mom & Dad, and by virtue of having an older brother, that I
got to go then. It was special...O2 was special...but also in a much deeper
sense. Seeing them back then one did not have this aura hanging over your
head of this may be the very last time ever.... Was this ...I do not know.
Leaving there that night, or shall I say morning, after seeing their smiling
faces, after hearing their souls pour out once again, I did not for a minute
believe so. "It" was there.
And yes...being together with all those others that were just like us. It
was something. You could tell who was there for the love of Zep. The images
of people lining the concrete walk there waiting waiting waiting...and it
was bitter...waiting ...they felt "It"
It was real.