Last night’s Led Zeppelin reunion was a smash, by most accounts. There are already some fan clips up on YouTube, which show more back-of-the-arena audience frenzy (and bald spots) than the band itself. Although some may claim that calling this band “Led Zeppelin” without Bonzo on the drums is as wrong as calling The Who “The Who” without… okay, bad example. Anyway, it seems to have been a genuine, exhilarating thrill for all involved. ÂÂ
Somewhat coincidentally, in one of the Zep bios from years ago, there’s an anecdote about one of the rare times the band had a guest musician perform onstage with them. He was a bassist, I think. Well, during the concert, the band members sneaked offstage one by one, leaving the poor schlub alone onstage in front of tens of thousands of Zep fans. He quickly ripped off a solo, then darted for the wings.
Which, come to think of it, is much the same sort of prank Jeff seems to have played on us guest bloggers. If he were given to such pranks, I hasten to add.
Comment by me on 12/11 @ 1:29 pm #
Jeff who?
Comment by Carin on 12/11 @ 1:32 pm #
Jeff has LEFT US and you guys are making jokes. I think it’s time for a search party.
Comment by Eleven on 12/11 @ 1:33 pm #
Jeff has left the building.
Comment by Techie on 12/11 @ 1:47 pm #
Jeff doesn’t live here anymore.
Comment by JD on 12/11 @ 1:52 pm #
I have been told that the keyboard in The Who’s Baba O’Reilly is almost hypnotic when you are trippin’ or shroomin’.
Comment by Carin on 12/11 @ 2:02 pm #
Jeff is Over the Hills and Far Away.
I mean there definitely has been a Communications Breakdown between Jeff and us, but In the Evening it’s a real Heartbreaker than he never just said “Babe, I’m Gonna Leave You.” Certainly, there have been Good Times … Bad Times, and I don’t want to Ramble On, but I’m just Dazed and Confused.
Come back to us, Jeff. The Blog Remains the Same.
Comment by N. O'Brain on 12/11 @ 2:08 pm #
RELEASE THE HOUNDS!
Comment by N. O'Brain on 12/11 @ 2:08 pm #
Over the Hills and Far Away
Used as the theme for the Sharpe’s series.
Comment by N. O'Brain on 12/11 @ 2:09 pm #
I am a FONT of useless knowledge.
Comment by BJTexs on 12/11 @ 2:11 pm #
Does this mean that we’ve been left with The Fool in the Rain?
I’m going to go *ahem* Squeeze some lemons now…
Comment by Karl on 12/11 @ 2:19 pm #
The NME is compiling Tube videos from the show. The annoying pop-up ad is just a bonus.
Comment by Karl on 12/11 @ 2:23 pm #
As for Zep’s guest musicians, it’s hard to top Keith Moon.
Comment by anonymous left-wing blogger on 12/11 @ 3:34 pm #
Jeff no longer posts because his defeat by the progressive blogosphere has become obvious – even to one in his challenged mental condition! And this is not an attempt by a PW fan to goad him into posting.
Comment by The Sanity Inspector on 12/11 @ 3:41 pm #
Is it as obvious as the defeat of your fellow Bush-haters AQ in Iraq? Then I’m sure Jeff is willling, nay proud, to fall on the proggy grenade, so the forces of freedom may advance.
Comment by Carin on 12/11 @ 3:49 pm #
Anon left-wing … I believe we’ve tried that before.
What we haven’t tried, though, is a discussion of all that word-meaning stuff Jeff is so found of discussing. I not smart enouf to get that ball rolling, but Opus brought it up in his cartoon thing.
Comment by ThomasD on 12/11 @ 4:57 pm #
Since it’s unlikely that Plant or Page need the dough at this stage of their lives perhaps they are searching for something else lacking in their lives? In which case a better title would have been The Thong Remains the Game.
Comment by tim_d on 12/11 @ 5:11 pm #
Don’t worry lads. Jeff’s got a steady gig as the drummer for Spinal Tap.
Comment by B Moe on 12/11 @ 6:15 pm #
I saw Stairway to Heaven this morning and wasn’t real impressed. It sounded like 60-something Page was trying to cover 30-something Page instead of just playing guitar. That’s my two cents, anyway.
Comment by McGehee on 12/11 @ 7:36 pm #
Well, the Zep is bringing the tunes, and I brought some tools for breaking open the emergency liquor cabinet, so…
What?
Not that kind of party?
<blank stare>
No, seriously: what other kind of party is there?
Comment by Slartibartfast on 12/11 @ 8:00 pm #
Well, Page is playing better than when he was doing heroin, which is nice.
I really hate to say this, but the one clip I’ve seen looked like a really average tribute band.
Comment by thor on 12/11 @ 10:23 pm #
Zep is dead. Jeff is alive.
Yes, Jeff, I prefer you to dead Zepplin.
Comment by JD on 12/11 @ 10:32 pm #
thor
Vick is alive, if you call getting ass-pounded by a bunch of fellow inmates living.
Comment by thor on 12/11 @ 11:04 pm #
No, Michael Vick isn’t getting pounded in the ass. Michael Vick is smiling after getting picked first for a pick-up game of team dodgeball out in the yard. He’s going to be fine. He’s lifting weights, reading, learning to write, and lot’s of other positive things.
And Vick’s spirit is not in prison. It’s free as the wind, blowing, swirling and floating above the fray. His spirit is alive and well and it’s calling out bulldogs for not throwing down.
Free MV!
Comment by CraigC on 12/11 @ 11:45 pm #
B Moe, let’s be serious here. It was Godawful. They were always sloppy, especially Page, and some things never change. You would think that after supposedly rehearsing for six months, he could hit the FIRST NOTE of their signature song correctly, but if you thought that, you’d be wrong.
Comment by B Moe on 12/12 @ 6:46 am #
I was trying to be nice. It’s Christmas, you know.
Comment by The Lost Dog on 12/12 @ 7:28 pm #
“Since it’s unlikely that Plant or Page need the dough at this stage of their lives perhaps they are searching for something else lacking in their lives? In which case a better title would have been The Thong Remains the Game.”
I think you might have hit the nail on the head. Sometimes I wish I was in LZ so that I could go into the bathroom with a seventeen year old hottie and do some blow – so to speak.
I try to ignore the fact that, just as if I bought a MacClaren-Mercedes, I would still drive it like a little old lady.
“Ode On A Grecian Urn”, much? I never quite understood that poem until I got old enough to be the little hottie’s grampaw. I probably wouldn’t do to well with helping with the homework when I woke up.
Comment by The Lost Dog on 12/12 @ 7:52 pm #
And as a PS. it just occurred to me that there really IS no chase anymore. Although when I was young I would jump anything, a “chaser” was always much more exciting and fulfilling.
I gotta get out of here for a while. I don’t need to walk THIS path anymore at this juncture of my life…What was that lyric? “You can never go back (or was it home?) anymore…”?