SHY ROCK STAR ALMOST UNBURDENS HIMSELF
I’ve known Led Zeppelin professionally for probably 4 years now, starting back in the winter of 1972 when I was sent out on the road with them only to find myself ending up in a fairly ludicrous but nonetheless highly tense argument with Jimmy Page in the dressing-room on the very first night.
SHY ROCK STAR ALMOST UNBURDENS HIMSELF
C'mon, Jimmy, let it bleed
by
Nick Kent
I’ve known Led Zeppelin professionally for probably 4 years now, starting back in the winter of 1972 when I was sent out on the road with them only to find myself ending up in a fairly ludicrous but nonetheless highly tense argument with Jimmy Page in the dressing-room on the very first night. I immediately took a dislike to the band personally, but found myself so blown apart by their live gigs of that time, that whatever vitriol I might have harbored from such unfortunate encounters was dissipated into instant “rave-review” time when it came to actually putting
"Something epic is going to happen musically anyway... That’s what I feel. This next tour... you’ll see."
pen to paper. The resulting piece was, in retrospect, a quite horrendous piece of well-meaning gush, the memory of which I’d prefer buried for an eternity but anyway...
For some unknown reason, thereafter I became accepted by the band and co., and recall one night, maybe six months later, running into Page by chance and spending a most enjoyable evening ensconsed in informal chitchat with the gent.