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Midnight Media Cafe - Kashmir
Thursday, April 9th, 2009 11:07 pm.
Dark fires and beautiful vistas:
Kashmir - Led Zeppelin
Many years ago, a wag at Creem magazine wrote about a music critic friend who'd listened to the first Led Zeppelin album and, in a rage, immediately scrawled DECADENCE on it with a felt-tip marker and thrown it in the trash. Through dint of sweat, energy and nearly endless touring, they became huge in the U.S., but the critics never respected them (though I have the feeling that more than a few of them liked Zep on the sly). Be that as it may, I'm sure many of you remember how they reigned supreme during the 70s, the Northern Gods of rock. Oh my yes. And this is probably their most mystical hymn, the otherworldly Kashmir.
In 1998, I met Robert Plant at the cash register of the Bodhi Tree, where I was working. I knew the was in the store, and went he came up to pay, I experienced the strangest feeling of cognitive dissonance. A part of me (a very mischievous part) wanted to ask, Do you know how many times I've come with the sound of your voice in my ears? Trufax. Ted was a fan too - I don't think I need tell you how many bouts of teenage depravity occurred to the searing bombast of the mighty Zep. Hammer of the Gods, indeed.
Oh and yes, Robert Plant's legs really are that long.
Dark fires and beautiful vistas:
Kashmir - Led Zeppelin
Many years ago, a wag at Creem magazine wrote about a music critic friend who'd listened to the first Led Zeppelin album and, in a rage, immediately scrawled DECADENCE on it with a felt-tip marker and thrown it in the trash. Through dint of sweat, energy and nearly endless touring, they became huge in the U.S., but the critics never respected them (though I have the feeling that more than a few of them liked Zep on the sly). Be that as it may, I'm sure many of you remember how they reigned supreme during the 70s, the Northern Gods of rock. Oh my yes. And this is probably their most mystical hymn, the otherworldly Kashmir.
In 1998, I met Robert Plant at the cash register of the Bodhi Tree, where I was working. I knew the was in the store, and went he came up to pay, I experienced the strangest feeling of cognitive dissonance. A part of me (a very mischievous part) wanted to ask, Do you know how many times I've come with the sound of your voice in my ears? Trufax. Ted was a fan too - I don't think I need tell you how many bouts of teenage depravity occurred to the searing bombast of the mighty Zep. Hammer of the Gods, indeed.
Oh and yes, Robert Plant's legs really are that long.
