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  1. From the looks of the multi-colored seats, I believe its the old Met Center in Bloomington Minnesota
  2. How about "Blue Balls"? This is the effect of the build up to the concert and the reluctance to tour or release a DVD on the fans that didn't get to go to the show.....
  3. In case you haven't figured it out, this forum IS Led Zeppelin Anonymous.........
  4. In this order After "Trampled" I would have added acoustic set from Earls Court Going to California That's the Way Bron Yr Aur Stomp After "The Song Remains the Same" The Rain Song Finally, so we can get something off of "In Throught the Out Door" .....I would have added an encore version of Fool in the Rain
  5. Clapton may be one of the best of all time, but him dissapproving of Zep's "take" on the blues is sour grapes. Clapton is a great blues imitator while Zeppelin took the blues, turned it inside out, and practically created a new genre of rock music. Clapton is jealous pure and simple
  6. BinaryDeath Just curious..... What will you do if they do indeed tour and you can't get tickets?
  7. This link was posted before and now I think its gone. I saved the webpage to the concert MP3 but now it doesnt work.....can anyone help?
  8. I am no drummer and in fact, not even a musician, but I would like to weigh in on this subject. I was very skeptical about this concert. As any true Zeppelin fan knows, its the rhythm section of Jones/Bonham that makes Zeppelin sound like Zeppelin. All I was looking for out of this concert was to be able to close my eyes and hope that the boys could replicate the sound of 30 years ago. After hearing the first, albeit, grainy youtube recordings I have to say that I was ecstatic. Nobody who knows what they are talking about is suggesting that Jason is as good as his dad. Jason's fills are gonna be different from John's and his style is slightly different. I found it funny that one review of the concert suggested that Jason's playing had a "jazz" element to it which I replied....."Have you ever really listened to his dad? He had all sorts of Jazz influences in his playing". I think another way to measure Jason's playing is to look back at the Page/Plant concerts of 10 years ago. I attended two of them in person, and to me, Michael Lee sounded like he was banging on tupperware. He tried, but IMO sounded weak. Led Zeppelin without the proper rhthym section sounds two dimensional. Anyway, I think however they did it whether it be the drum kit, technical enhances, whatever......to me they sounded like Zeppelin and thats all that counts.
  9. Led Zeppelin, O2 Arena, London By Ludovic Hunter-Tilney Financial Times Published: December 11 2007 17:44 | Last updated: December 11 2007 19:53 Just in case we needed reminding that band reunions don’t come bigger than this, the set opened with archive footage showing a dandyish Led Zeppelin touching down in their private jet, The Starship, en route to a stadium in Florida where they broke The Beatles’ box office record in 1973. Back then, an air of notoriety and violence surrounded them. There were rumours of black magic and outrageous tales of sexual depravity. Yet they were derided too. Reviewers sneered that they were “crass”, a “limp blimp”; they were blamed for stealing the blues from black musicians and caricatured as barbarians. (When the Financial Times, far-sighted as ever, published a rave review, Robert Plant was delighted: it meant that his father, a regular reader, would forgive him for not becoming a chartered accountant.) Both the notoriety and the mockery have vanished. Instead, a nostalgic surge of Led Zep mania has been unleashed. Fans from as far as New Zealand flocked to the O2 Arena in Greenwich; black market tickets exchanged hands at vastly inflated prices; news crews excitedly counted in the celebrities. The sense of occasion was heightened by the nature of the show, a tribute to Ahmet Ertegun, the founder of Atlantic Records, who died last year. In spite of unconfirmed whispers of a tour next year, it was publicised as a one-off gig – the first time Plant, Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones had played a full-length set together since 1979. Joined on drums by Jason Bonham, the son of John Bonham, whose death in 1980 precipitated the group’s break-up, they made an unobtrusive entry on stage. Suddenly, the lights went up and there they were, playing “Good Times, Bad Times”, the first song on their first album. One-two punch riffs, Plant’s bluesy wails, powerhouse drumming and sinuous basslines – this was Led Zeppelin as they should be, not the uncooked band who disappointed at their brief Live Aid reunion slot in 1985. Jimmy Page’s first guitar solo, deft and brutal as a flick-knife, was cheered to the rafters: there was no sign of the broken finger the 63-year-old sustained during rehearsals, which caused the postponement of the concert by several weeks. He alone had dressed in a muted echo of the band’s old theatricality, resembling a rogue preacher in his black frock-coat, cowboy boots and shock of white hair. Jones, characteristically anonymous, wore jeans. The 59-year-old Plant, hair as leonine and lustrous as ever, was also casually attired, though his trousers were cut tight enough to reveal an impressively taut backside – a tribute, perhaps, to the clinging outfits of old. There aren’t many heritage rock events where the shape of the singer’s bottom matters. But Zeppelin are different. If sex is one of rock and roll’s prime motivating factors, then no band has managed to sound as horny as them. Their groupie-chasing days may be long gone, but they still managed to convey magnificently the roiling, hormonal urgency of their songs. During “Ramble On”, Plant’s moans and screams melded with Page’s guitar solos in a primeval parody of scat singing. Soon Page’s coat was discarded and he and Plant were circling each other, volleying the heavy blues call-and-response routines of “In My Time of Dying” back and forth. Their chemistry was electrifying. The setlist was a well-chosen mix of rarities and classics. “Trampled Under Foot”, a hypnotic hard funk-rock track from 1975’s Physical Grafitti, was unexpected; even more so was “For Your Life” from 1976’s Presence, which the band had never played live before. The old warhorse “Stairway to Heaven” was unveiled, its over-familiar opening chords giving way to the timeless drama of the later sections. (“Hey Ahmet, we did it!” Plant called out, as if amazed that they had successfully brought life back to rock’s hoariest chestnut.) “Kashmir” was gloweringly mystical, faintly daft like so many of their songs yet moody and overwhelming too. There were odd glimpses of the Zeppelin who got up the noses of critics. “No Quarter”, with its meandering keyboard rhythms and overwrought vocals about “dogs of doom”, was tedious. And the aggressively demanding way Plant declaimed the line, “Way down inside, woman, you need it!”, during an admittedly storming rendition of “Whole Lotta Love”, brought to mind the misogyny they willingly took from the blues, accompanied by a charge of postwar English sexual frustration. Yet that ferocity of desire was also the secret of their genius. It was illustrated by the concert’s highlight, “Dazed and Confused”, one of the first songs they wrote as a band. To roars of acclaim Page produced a trademark violin bow and began sawing it across the guitar. Huge gouts of feedback, expertly manipulated, roared out. Bathed in eerie green lights, he morphed into the guitar magus of legend. It was elemental in its force. The myths and controversies surrounding them have died away, but Led Zeppelin can still make us feel profoundly alive. Copyright The Financial Times Limited 2007
  10. Maybe he will change his mind on thinking "The Who" are the best live band he's ever seen. Sometimes I think he just says that the tweak Zep fans.
  11. There's no need to wait for Ross Halfin to update his site. If you go to gettyimages.com and type "ertegun" into the search box, there are dozens of Ross's photos from last nights show. The first few dozen are celebrity shots from the afterparty, but after that are some stunning photos of the boys.
  12. Rolling Stone by David Fricke For the second encore of their first full concert in twenty-seven years, at London’s 02 arena last night, Led Zeppelin tore into “Rock and Roll,” from their untitled fourth album, with a joyful vengeance. As drummer Jason Bonham hammered with the ghostly precision and ferocity of his late father, guitarist Jimmy Page fired dirty chunks of Chuck Berry and bassist John Paul Jones kept iron time with familiar reserve, singer Robert Plant sang the most obvious words of the night: “Been a long time since I rock and rolled.” Overhead, images of a much younger Zeppelin, in concert during the early and mid-Seventies, flashed on a huge digital-video screen. In those films, Led Zeppelin were the biggest, loudest and most cocksure band in rock. Jimmy Page’s now snow-white hair was still jet black; Robert Plant was a golden god, not yet a Viking elder, and the late John Bonham — whose death in 1980 abruptly ended Zeppelin’s reign — still ruled the engine room. But the band that played underneath those memories last night was not the one that misfired at Live Aid in 1985 or again in New York in 1988. This one was rehearsed, ready and out to kill. This band was Led Zeppelin in every way. Page, Plant, Jones and Bonham the Younger opened their two-hour show with the confident wit and colossal nerve of “Good Times Bad Times,” the first song on Led Zeppelin’s 1969 debut album. Even before Plant opened his mouth, the original fury — a surprisingly lean, dub-like crossfire of cannonshot chords, frantic, gulping bass runs and polyrhythmic swagger — was in order and in force. “In the days of my youth/I was told what it means to be a man,” Plant sang, in the slightly lower register of someone who gives those lessons now. It was an appropriate effect, too — an admission of age delivered with feral pride — on a night dedicated to the memory of Zeppelin’s late friend and mentor, Atlantic Records’ co-founder Ahmet Ertegun. (Proceeds from ticket sales will go to music scholarships, created in Ertegun’s name, at schools in New York, England and his native Turkey.) Earlier, a quote from Ertegun, who died in 2006 at age 83, hung from banners at the sides of the stage: “It is a great life, this life of music.” Zeppelin honored that sentiment by playing like a band renewed, not merely reunited. You could see the pleasure — in the way Plant kicked at the base of his mike stand in “Ramble On,” sending it in an arc over his head ‘72-style, and in the big grin on Page’s face, blown up on the screen, as Bonham flew into the climactic drum thunder of “Black Dog.” For much of the show, even with a full, wide stage to themselves, Page, Plant and Jones stood in tight formation at the foot of the drum riser, often facing Jason, as if they were still in rehearsal. “I just want to have fun!” Plant barked at one point, as the band swerved from the extended, frenzied mid-section of “In My Time of Dying” back into the song’s blues-march backbone. Zeppelin did not walk or waltz through any of tonight’s sixteen songs. You could hear the care, the weeks of practice that started back in June, in the live debut of “For Your Life” from the 1976 album Presence, a song which, according to Plant in our recent cover story, the band tried in the first rehearsals but dropped after two days. Obviously, there was no staying away from its eccentric oceanic chop. There was no getting away from the warhorses either. “No Quarter” came with the obligatory dry ice. “There are certain things we had to do — this is one of them,” Plant said, almost in apology, introducing “Dazed and Confused.” Page was soon back in ancient ritual — pulling long wah-wah groans from his Gibson Les Paul with a violin bow under a rotating steeple of green-laser beams. More impressive, though, was the fresh tension in the song’s slow-drag sections as Page, Jones and Bonham pulled at the tempo, heightening the expectation between Page’s bent-note growls and Bonham’s thundercrack rolls with extra delay. “Stairway to Heaven” was also not quite its overfamiliar self, and refreshing for it, Page fingerpicking the opening motif and hitting the ringing twelve-string chords with a relaxed, folk-rock grace, echoing Plant’s thousand-yard stare as he sang “And it makes me wonder . . .” The inevitable “Whole Lotta Love,” the first encore, was almost identical to the second-album script except for a short, tantalizing passage of raw-blues argument after the whooping-theremin blowout — no drums, no bass, just Plant and Page’s guitar snapping at each other like junkyard dogs. Any doubts about Plant’s ability to still hit the high notes, his willingness to go stratospheric, was obliterated at the right, dramatic points in “Since I’ve Been Loving You” and “Kashmir.” Jones and Bonham locked in like family. And Page was a continual shock on guitar, mostly because he has played so little in public for the past decade. At sixty-three, Page is undiminished in his sorcerer’s mix of reckless ferocity — stammering runs, strangled howls, granite-block chords — and guitar-army wow. He recreated the harmonized-lick break in “Ramble On” with a sly blend of phasing and natural glide, and evoked the riff-orchestra swoop of “The Song Remains the Same” with a sustained rain of twelve-string harmonics. It was also clear why Page’s solo career has been one of fits and starts. In Led Zeppelin, Page built the perfect beast for his fury and ambitions. Last night, he cut and slashed against Jones’ percolating clavinet in “Trampled Underfoot” like an enraged butche, and matched Plant’s hairpin cries in the field-holler passages of “Nobody’s Fault But Mine” with a devils’ choir of distortion. At times, Zeppelin seemed to amaze themselves. “Spectacular!” crowed Plant, turning to Bonham with pride at the end of “Rock and Roll.” As the words “Led Zeppelin” filled the back screen, before the band left the stage for good, Bonham dropped to his knees and bowed, as if to say “I’m not worthy,” In fact, he was, in spades, pushing his elders — hard — in the circle dance “Misty Mountain Hop” and the steady, exotic ascension of “Kashmir.” It is only fair to point out that there were other performers on the bill, including Foreigner, Bad Company’s Paul Rodgers, Bill Wyman’s Rhythm Kings and members of Yes and Emerson Lake and Palmer — all squeezed into an hour’s potpourri to pay tribute to Ertegun and his reign at Atlantic, with varying historic accuracy. Rodgers got the first, major ovation of the night, but with a version of his 1969 hit with Free, “All Right Now.” Singer-songwriter Paolo Nutini — the youngest featured act by about twenty-five years — did his best with “Mess Around,” written by Ertegun for Ray Charles, then followed it with “Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down),” a 1966 hit for Cher, an Atlantic artist, but on another label. Stranger still, Nutini sang it with a raspy, trilling effect that eerily called to mind a late-Sixties cover of the song by British singer Terry Reid — best known now for being the guy who turned down Page’s offer to be in Zeppelin and suggested Plant instead. It is also important to note that Zeppelin left the building wiithout making any reference to their future together, if there is one — no “See you next year!” or “Until next time . . .” The only message they left behind was, “We were the best — and still are.” The waiting begins again.
  13. In the spirit of the late Peter Grant.....who is the silly cunt in this video who is getting up to go to the bathroom/concession area during the beginning of TSRTS? Whoever it is should have been kicked out of the concert. There are thousands of people in this forum dying for any tiny bit of footage from maybe the biggest rock event of the past 30 years and some stupid cunt cant keep their seat while Jimmy is going ballistic on the double neck...... I would have pissed on the floor in front of me rather than miss one second .......
  14. As soon as the website popsup, hit the "X" button to stop the page from defaulting to the error page.....at the bottom you will see a small link labeled GTBT.............
  15. I'm pretty sure they did play Stairway......at least that was what all the set lists showed.....
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