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UP IN ARMS

Outside Dallas’s Reunion Hall, the green lights of the mammoth sports arena’s upcoming attractions signs flash: “British Invasion Tomorrow 8 PM.” Yet inside the brick and steel building the “Invasion,” a/k/a the Ronnie Lane Appeal for ARMS, is well underway in the form of rehearsals.

April 1, 1984
Tony Paris

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Tony Paris

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Outside Dallas’s Reunion Hall, the green lights of the mammoth sports arena’s upcoming attractions signs flash: “British Invasion Tomorrow 8 PM.” Yet inside the brick and steel building the “Invasion,” a/k/a the Ronnie Lane Appeal for ARMS, is well underway in the form of rehearsals. For some, that is.

Jimmy Page, looking angelically disheveled wearing a “What, Me Worry?” grin and a blue and white pin-striped suit too many years too big for him,.is being led from the backstage area into a waiting van to be

shuttled back to the confines of a hotel room. His face yellow and unshaven. Page looks like what you’d expect from the guitarist who’s been a self-imposed exile since the late ’70s and the breakup of his group. Led Zeppelin.

Not 20 yards away. Rolling Stones bassist Bill Wyman is engaged in a hot game of ping-pong with promoter Bill Graham while other members of the entourage have found a basketball and are shooting a few baskets nearby.

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