Thanks Buckeye, that's cool! Happy solstice, everyone!

What made me smile today: Christmas Carols for the Mentally Challenged 1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear? 2. Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Queens Disoriented Are 3. Amnesia --- I Don't Know if I'll be Home for Christmas 4. Narcissistic --- Hark! the Herald Angels Sing About Me 5. Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and Fire Hydrants 6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Get Me 7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting Someone on an Open Fire 8. Full Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll tell You Why 9. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder ---Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells ... 10. Agoraphobia --- I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day, But I'm not leaving My House 11. Senile Dementia --- Walking in a Winter Wonderland Miles From My House in My Slippers and Robe 12. Oppositional Defiant Disorder --- I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus So I Burned Down the House Also, IT'S FRIDAY!!

Congrats Manders!

It's snowing! Yay!

Thanks Steve. Good question. They flirted a bit with Marin County, but never really settled in there, did they?

Thanks for that, clarifies quite a bit.

Oh, man. Now you tell me. Those early Faires would never be topped, begun in the 1960s in Southern California, with the fall shows held in the Black Point Forest in Novato, beautiful, black oak studded hills overlooking San Francisco bay (now dotted with high priced condos): They were put on by people genuinely into the spirit of the Renaissance (lots of hippies), very careful about accuracy. They're some of my fondest memories from being a teenager; my friends and I would wander in velvet dresses through the oaks, running into all sorts of characters, both part of the faire or attendees, freely offering mind expanding drugs, mead, melons, and baudy music making. You could sit and learn crafts of the period, or watch some pretty amazing acting, jousting and juggling. It was a blast. And like everything else from that period, soon became much more commerical and less fun. I went for a couple of years... of course, utterly missing Page and Plant. (Like I used to go to Winterland fairly frequently - a couple years after Zeppelin played there. Like I went to the summer show at Kezar Staudium - the week before Zeppelin's. Like I had tickets to the Zeppelin show in Oakland - in 1975. Like I didn't go to the last US show because I hated Days on the Green. Don't mind me. I'll just be sitting in the corner crying into my mead, waiting for good news for '09.)

Wise words.

Yes, I think you're correct on both counts. Don't think it did help her "career," such as it was, did it? She was a model, and I do think she was influenced by and posed in the mode of the GTOs - who then went on to be less than kind to her, if I'm not mistaken. Seems like the detour into being a Band Aid derailed her from that career, for sure. Maybe it's a good thing; she didn't remain a young woman exploited for her looks and her history. Her mother may have had her hands full, but... to let her daughter get into that scene at that age always struck me as terribly irresponsible, and probably self-serving, no matter how you slice it. She was the number one person who should've set boundaries, and seems to have set none at all, instead; everything else flows from that. Why she didn't or couldn't is a mystery we'll never solve...

Girls Together Outrageously... proto-type feminists. Important to remember how much the introduction of The Pill and the explosion of Elvis, the Beatles, and rock in general sexually liberated young ladies, then. Still a sticky subject, how much sexuality a girl or woman may express without being labelled a slut, a ho, a bimbo, etc... never much question when it's men, though. Partly, society's morals never caught up to how much birth control liberated women physically.

Just goes to prove, that man can rock anything...

Excellent question, and good point. Well, she did marry Marquis Des Barres...

Nor I. Concerning Miss P, while I am not one to hold a double standard, I will say this: if you choose a life of being famous for hanging out with rock stars, in return for which you have sexual relations that clearly don't start out based on falling in love, it's a bit odd to behave as if the gentlemen (ahem) owe you something after the good times stop rolling. A continued friendship would be icing on the cake, is all. The quid pro quo is fairly clear, and it seems she enjoyed the physical part, herself. To think Page would forever treat her as a special woman in his life is expecting too much. He moved on, which is hardly surprising, especially after the appearance of children. Just my $.02, and meaning no disprespect to Miss P. She knew what she wanted, she went for it, and she makes no excuses, which is cool. She got treated the same way in return, seems to me.

Yes. Keeping in mind, this was before fax machines, cell phones, internet access, etc. Hard to track down a Winnebago in a National Park... I really think (pure conjecture but seems common sense to me) that political soft shoeing had to be going on with cops, DAs, and Graham and company, too... who knew it sadly wouldn't be necessary for entirely different reasons.

Not to put too fine a point on it, the men weren't exactly celibate either. Seems to me they'd could and did get laid everywhere they went. Man hos, the lot of them. Surrounded by woman hos, if we must put it that way. It was the 70's after all, and AIDS had yet to rear it's ugly head. Rock on...

I have a friend who is a medical intuitive, she also feels people's and animal's pain. She makes her living helping animals. As of yet there's no licensing for medical intuitive work on people, and you don't need to be licensed to work on animals. I was a skeptic until a couple of things happened. One day she came over and said "Oh, your knee. Sit down!" and proceeded to pop my right knee back into place (which wasn't too fun, actually). It had happened so gradually I wasn't even aware of it, myself... she felt the pain more clearly than I did. I even argued with her that everything was ok! Then she took the pain away. Oh. A bit later she cured a chicken of a limp. Sounds nuts I know, who even thinks of a chicken's limp? She was there to adjust some of my other animals and said, "if you catch that chicken I can fix her, her leg is out of joint." So there was a fun several minutes of chasing a flapping limping chicken around the yard, and then she did exactly that - fixed the limp. It's an amazing gift, but not an easy road. I imagine it's got to be a blessing to be help relieve suffering, is the other side of it. My whole world view changed because of her. Sorry, way off topic. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming...

Also, Sirius Black = Black Dog. And is it pure coincidence that Harry is a wizard with unruly black hair and green eyes, kind of like Mr. Jimmy Page? Seems to me JK Rowling just may be a Zeppelin fan!

Our company's insurance administrator's logo: Also, this is going back a bit, but the show News Radio has a couple of episodes called "Led Zeppelin I" and "Led Zeppelin II" which far as I can tell didn't have a thing to do with Zeppelin. My Tivo keeps recording them when they come on. One of their writers must've been a fan.

May I ask where you got those stunning color photos? Edited to add, the most amazing, delightful room I've ever stood in was the nursery in Cardiff Castle. Playful, mythical, colorful, remarkable, imaginative details everywhere you looked. I could've stood in that one room for the rest of the day, in awe. Damn it, though, they don't allow pictures of the inside. I've written to them several times asking if it's possible to see close ups of details in color anywhere, and apparently it just isn't...

Also, Burges is an "Art Architect." He was more interested in buildings (and interiors, furnishings, etc) as art, than in engineering per se. Music is very mathematical but more about art, as well.

Wow - absolutely awesome! Thanks for sharing. "Into Sonic Wave" Hmmmm... and that's where we went!

Led Zeppelin Official Forum >> General Forum >> Ramble On Oh, wait... I'm reading a lovely book by Martha Grimes called "The Blue Last." A murder mystery, but really it's about childhood loss, families, memories, how fleeting life is. Wonderful writer.

Congratulations. On the twins, I mean.

Beautiful! Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn... Speaking of, I briefly rode my old white mare (23 this year) for the first time in months yesterday. After hock surgery in April, she's no longer lame. I'm very happy. Turns out she's still PMSing, though.