Ditto here! No more beauties like this around.

Sorry.I couldn't help myself!

Gorgeous Girl

Interview with Jay Kaye December 13 2006 JK: It was only on the day we played that we found out we would be the opening band for Led Zeppelin and Jethro Tull! Man, that must have been exciting. How'd it go? JK: We all arrived in separate vehicles with Chip and Mike in the van with all our gear. I remember Stash, the drummer and me behind the stage at the fairgrounds watching a small army of light and sound techs running around like ants. We approached a guy who looked like he was directing things and he asked, "How much ya got?" We pointed to our van. With kind of a smirky half smile he says, “Just leave it in the van for now, your stuff is going on last.” We looked up when the ground started vibrating from three giant 16-wheelers as they swung on to the grounds and reversed right up to the stage! The doors swung open, the ramps came down and out rolled the biggest flight cases I'd ever seen. It was Zep's gear. Two semis full of amplifiers and drum gear and a giant Chinese gong all in flight cases. Jimmy Page's gear went stage right. Three stacks of 1000-watt Hiwatt tops with two 4x12 cabs. All of his toys went around the perimeter front stage right. John Paul Jones had three 1000-watt Ampeg refrigerators and a couple of stomp pedals. I think one was a Dunlop rotovibe, along with a Wurlitzer piano. Bonham brought his beautiful copper and black "Tiger Stripe" Ludwig’s with the 40-inch kick that’s got the front skin on. John’s very economical cymbal set up included two crashes, left and right and a high hat and hook for the tambourine. Then to the fight, the big Chinese gong. After the gear was positioned then marked with tape on the floor, it was all moved back to make room for Tull's gear. Our back line seemed to disappear before the armory that barricaded the back of the stage. I got a bit spooked by the intensity level those guys were operating at, and by the realization that we were way out gunned on the back line power issue. Plus the fact that Zep and Tull were already legendary "rock gods" back then. So, you're this local group warming up a crowd for a couple of monsters of rock. JK: I know I didn't show it, but I was humbled and awestruck. So, I went back to the trailer for a beer and a smoke! I just peeked in and there was nobody around and the food and drinks hadn't arrived yet. So, back to the stage and they were just about ready for our stuff. Chip backed our van to the stage, the roadies shifted the B3 and Leslie to front stage left, Mike's bass amp went left center back beside the drummer. Right in front of the massive bass towers of Tull stood my awesome 2x15 Vox Super Beatle cab with the 100-watt Vox Super Beatle top placed in front of Martin Barren’s two Goliath Marshall stacks. I overheard a sound tech complaining that the floor plan was too small for a concert of this magnitude because the microphone stands were already to the edge stage front, so there was no room for the floor monitors to go. And I noticed then that the stage could've been higher too, it was only about five feet high. There were some stressed out sound dudes roaming around the place. I walked into the dressing rooms. They were just two grey porta trailers stuck together with a fold out step. I peeked in to see Clive Bunker warming up with his sticks on his knee. He was a friendly chap. He said, "Hello," with a smile. I took my guitar out of the case and sat down and began to go through the tunes and riffs on my unplugged guitar. Martin Barre came in with a smile and a nod to everyone. We had about five minutes left before we all made our way to the back stage ramp. At that moment, the dressing room door swung open and in flew Ian Anderson, not touching the door to close it and with a hurried step to the back of the room, he swung around looking like Fagan from the Oliver Twist tale with a grumpy scowl and looking through his eye brows at us as if we had crashed his private dressing room. He whispered something to Barre and then left in the hurried fashion in which he came leaving the door open. We were on our way out anyway. It was almost nine o’clock and the sun was just starting to go down. We were huddled at the bottom of the back stage ramp listening to some local D.J. psyche up five thousand hippies and students screaming into a roar. Then over the loudspeakers we heard, "Stash Wagner and the Fraternity of Man!" So, did you crumble or did you rock? JK: I was the first one up and to my side of the stage. I didn't see anything but my amp as I was plugging the cable into my axe. I checked to see if the light was on and then I pivoted around. It was awesome, terrifying, wonderful, and kinda funny. I was laughing to myself as I looked out over a small sea of heads making that incredible noise. Then I heard the drum sticks clicking in tempo for the first tune and we began. It was a medium tempo funky groove called "Feelin' Good". And it sounded good! Stash was still off stage waiting until the groove was really simmering and the crowd was into the music. And just then I heard the roar, and I looked up and there he stood at the mic blowing his harp. Mike and I were smiling ear to ear and we had the time of our lives with Stash as our driver. He didn't have a great voice but he had a distinct tonal quality and was a good showman. The crowd must have heard of you guys or at least recognized Stash. JK: Fraternity of Man was a legendary anti-establishment underground band. Their song "Don't Bogart That Joint" became one of the anthems of that era! We didn't even get to finish the "Don't Bogart" lyric when the crowd joined in singing and throwing joints and other stuff up on stage. Naturally, Stash lit one up which caused some hysteria. Chicks were taking their tops off while Stash and I threw the offerings back to the crowd. We were having a really groovy concert! We had a short set and when we thanked the crowd before we got off stage, they protested! But, not for long since they knew, like I knew, that the magic had only just begun. Don't leave us with that. You've got to tell us what the Tull and Zeppelin shows were like. JK: Sure! Walking back to the trailers, I passed Clive and Martin on their way to the stage, no sign of Mr. Anderson or his bass player. I opened the trailer door and there they were, John B. and John Paul in conversation, cordial smiles and hellos to us as we went right for the beers and what was on the table to munch. All of a sudden Robert Plant storms in, annoyed and distressed, dodging a tall, long-blond-haired, big breasted, good looking Amazon "groupie" dressed in nothing but a black micro mini toga, "G "string, and spiked high heels. She was all over him! Robert was struggling to keep her off. His mates were making wisecracks, laughing, and we were all in there with our girlfriends, except for Stash who was watching the show. The groupie didn't care who and how many were watching. She was on a mission. Poor Robert pulled her out of the trailer, closed the door and ten seconds later he was back inside without her. Two security gorillas had pulled her off him and threw her out. There was a lot of hushed giggling all around. I think Plant was a little embarrassed, but had a laugh about it too. So, there I was just relaxing with my girlfriend and the gang drinking my beer trying not to be too impressed or stare too long at some of the greatest rockers and fathers of rock history. Where was Page? JK: Jimmy Page walked in with a big smile for everyone, a guitar case in hand and a, "Good evening!" in a very Londoner accent. He laid the case across two chairs just opposite of me. He opened the lid and turned toward me with a wink and a smile and spoke to me like I was an old friend. Smiling he said, "'Ere. come an 'ave a look at this mate." It was a '57 Goldtop Les Paul in mint condition. He said he found it that afternoon in a pawn shop in Santa Barbara. I congratulated him on his find and went back to my place thinking, "Here I am 17-years-old, I just played for five thousand screaming hippies and I'm hanging with the boys from Zep and Tull, talking to Jimmy Page about guitars and now I'm gonna go watch Jethro Tull finish their set from backstage!" We all watched Led Zeppelin from the back too. The sound quality wasn't as good as out front, but they were awesome from beginning to end. We never saw our $800 that Stash said we'd each get. He told us that his manager took our share of the money and skipped. He paid us a $100 each out of his own pocket. (For full article:http://www.modernguitars.com/archives/002609.html)

Those are the cutest little dolls I've seen. Robert is just that cute and doll like !