Michael Des Barres writing about Led Zeppelin eh? That's a combination to thrill you. When Michael Des Barres writes like this, I am reminded (as if any reminder was necessary) why I hold the man in such esteem..
I looked out at the smiling, fun-filled faces at the Coachella festival -- the dry-cleaned, sun-kissed version of the Woodstock mud-covered congregation -- and I noticed something very culturally critical in the rock ’n’ roll universe.
Out of the tens of thousands of fervid fans in their Kings of Leon/Vampire Weekend outfits, 8,923 of them were wearing Led Zeppelin T-shirts.
Sporting de rigeurfacial hair and ironic shades, they had the world's most revered, magic band emblazoned on their chests.
Now, why would a 22-year-old AT&T technician who loves Skrillex or a teenage supermodel with three separate backstage passes who longs for John Mayer's gentle touch, be wearing the mythical naked, genitally challenged flying logo of four Viking, occultists on their sweet young bodies?
Is ecstasy a "stairway to heaven?" A "whole lotta love" in pill form?
Is allegiance to Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, John Bonham and John Paul Jones a must for every generation since their inception?
An unequivocal, yes!