Live Through The Past: Led Zeppelin @ MSG
It is sometime in January, 2009. January is the season of lists. The best, worst, sexiest, scariest, highest grossing, lowest common denominator, fill in the blank type of lists that are generated, ad nauseum, between Thanksgiving and whenever the February issues of magazines first hit news stands. Who had a baby, affair, divorce, face lift, pilot picked up, sitcom cancelled or got left at the altar. There are a million of them out there. I really admire the spin most periodicals put on their “In memory of . . .” lists. They come in handy when the ‘Ghoul Pool” finals are tabulated.
[All photos via LedZeppelin.com]
On a grand scale, the lists are just to remind the public of what occurred over the last 12 months before the awards season starts. I mean, really, does the content of any given list matter to anyone other than those on the actual list? Other than the smug self satisfaction and validation one may feel by having a common thread in any of these lists, (“Marion and I saw six of Leonard Maltin’s top ten films this year, aren’t you thrilled?”) they merely serve as fodder for water cooler discussions. These discussions, more often than not, dissolve into pissing matches of one-upmanship, noteworthy only for the imaginative ways the debaters make their point (Gus Van Sant is on that list. He’s from Portland, you know!”)
In any case, this being January, I should be assembling some sort of itemized listing of things that may or may not be important enough to rank in order, from ten up to one, one being the best of these items, in my humble opinion. The most obvious column to select from would be concerts I have attended during 2008. Live music is my muse, if you will. Its power over me has been lifelong and vital and, from it, I derive much more than simple happiness. It could be two guys with guitars in a coffee house or yet another Kiss reunion tour, I would still do my best to get up close and enjoy the show. And I usually do enjoy the show. It is rare for me to pan a performer who, despite how high (or low) on the talent scale his chalk mark reaches, is still baring his or her soul on stage for others to hear. It takes guts and ought to at least be respected for what it is.
READ ON for AJ’s memories of catching Led Zeppelin at MSG in 1971…
