BonzoEqualsGoodStuff Posted July 2, 2008 Share Posted July 2, 2008 Mandy went to the same show and she told me she liked the blog I wrote as a review, so damnit I'm gonna post it here. Enjoy. So every time I go to a concert, I always say, "Oh my gosh, best concert ever... how can anything ever compare?! I will never be this delirious in my life." I did this when I saw The Mars Volta and the Chili Peppers two years ago, when I saw Ben Folds and John Mayer last year, and now I'm saying the same thing about Robert Plant and Alison Krauss. But I mean, really, how could it have been true about anyone other than the golden god with the golden mane and the golden bulge in his tight jeans? Okay, maybe this concert didn't feature an old man in tight jeans, but it did feature and old man with the same hair and voice he had 40 years ago. To be honest, I wasn't sure what to expect from this random pairing. The album's pretty good, but how would they be live? The first thing I noticed walking in was that my cousin and I were two of maybe 150 people under 30. My guess? Former Led Zeppelin groupies... and I guess Alison Krauss had some fans there, too. I suppose winning a ton of Grammys means people like you, but really what that she produced could be cooler than the 40 year old mane? It probably has former groupies hiding in it. It's quite large. Maybe it upsurped a commune in the late 60s. I don't know. Anyway, there was a good mix of bluegrass fans, old hippies, old groupies, and a random guy with a white guy fro. I pretty much observed the people surrounding me during the opening act because I was too anxious to see the Plant to pay the slightest bit of attention. It's like when you're at a really long line at the DMV and you just want to go on a rampage. You try to convince everyone if they come back at a certain time, there are no lines. I don't know how I would have convinced the opening act that the DMV had anything to do with her leaving so that Plant could come out sooner, but whatever. Anyway, when that blessed front of the line moment at the DMV moment happened and I caught my first glimpse of the golden god, I was so jubilant. I rose in uproarious applause with the rest of the attendees, but then seconds later they had sat down again. A good sign you're not at a concert aimed at the younger crowd. It was alright, though. I am short. Tall people not standing up in front of me always makes a concert that much better. Plus my cousin and I live on the edge and since the people who were on the aisle never showed up, we scooted over two chairs. Two feet closer to the mane... we were willing to throw caution to the wind and try for it. The people who had those seats never came. Unless they died or suddenly ran out of peanut butter, I can't think of a good reason they gave up the seats. From our seats, we enjoyed four Zeppelin songs. Black Dog was the first. It featured a banjo. Not quite Jimmy Page on his Les Paul, but banjo players can sing songs about honey dripping? We got Black Country Woman, The Battle of Evermore, and When the Levee Breaks over the next hour and a half. If it's possible to strain a muscle from extreme smiling, that could very possibly have happened during Black Country Woman. Slap on some clown makeup, and I could have easily been the villian in a horror film. It's probably a good thing our seats weren't so great. Security may have been concerned. I have to imagine many of the people in the front reacted the same way, though. The hottest guy of all time with the most epic hair of all time, with the biggest dimples of all time, with a voice that could bitchslap most modern musicians with its sheer power, and not losing a step over 40 years... what's not to love? Robert Plant, I want to have your babies... or your hair. Either one works for me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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