in Fact, it Revolves around the Zep

[Tim Druck <tcdruck@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

I've often thought that if I ever appear on Letterman, I want the band 
to play me in starting at Bonzo's drum lead into the final section of 
Heartbreaker - that next 60 seconds may be the absolute hardest Zeppelin 
ever played in the studio, just sheer, raw power and Robert 
screaming...  work so hard I can't unwind, get some money saved... 

It gives me chills to think about what it must have been like to be 
Robert Plant, and cuts to the quick of something I don't understand 
about Robert to this day.  There are very few people who've ever had the 
privilege of knowing, every single day, that they're going onstage that 
night with the most powerful band in the world behind them.  I can't 
overstate what that means to a singer - I've played some shows with some 
shaky bands from time to time.  To know, every night, that your band is 
going to tear the roof off the joint and all you have to worry about is 
keeping up?  That's when being in a band is the most fun, when you can 
get out there and really let loose.  Why wouldn't you want to be in that 
band forever?  It's the most powerful feeling in the world, Golden Gods 
and wanting to screw the whole first row and all that wrapped up into 
one - my three buddies are the flat-out, cat's ass, full-throttle Hammer 
of the Gods and I have the *privilege* of singing with them every 
night.  Why wouldn't you want to feel that way again?  I'll never get 
over it, never be the same.  And I never sang for Led Zeppelin.

TimD


Wyatt Brake wrote:
> Ten years ago, I frequently tried to time my entry into the high
> school parking lot with the "loooooooove" portion of Whole Lotta Love
> when that riff to end all riffs kicks in.  Or Immigrant Song, Bring It
> On Home, Kashmir (although then I just received idiotic 'is that Puff
> Daddy?' comments because people loved to piss me off...) - the list of
> great entry music goes on.  

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