Music is one of the most important components to my life, both personally and professionally. I cannot go more than a few minutes without putting some sort of music on.
For more than half my life, there’s been one band I hold above all others: Led Zeppelin.
No other band has inspired me as much, made me wish I could’ve been a teen in the mid-’60s to late ’70s so I could have dropped everything and just followed them around the world like their other groupies, and no other band will fill the ache I have knowing I most likely will never see them perform live.
The music made by the sexiest musician (in these eyes) to ever grace the stage Robert Plant, guitarist Jimmy Page, bassist John Paul Jones and late drummer John Bonham transports me, my mind, even my writing sometimes to a completely different place.
“The land of ice and snow,” the fella likes to tease.
I would have bankrupted myself to go to London in 2007 for their reunion show at the O2 – very well the final time the threesome will play those songs that resonate for so many – so I settled for being among the few movie-theater audience members who saw the concert film from that show, “Celebration Day,” the very first day it played here in New York.
It was amazingly shot, and though I’m a huge “Last Waltz” fan, it was seriously the most majestic concert film. Ever.
And then there was tonight.
When all three surviving members walked 10 feet in front of me to get into their separate cars as they left tonight’s taping of “The Late Show with David Letterman.”
There’s no photographic evidence aside from the included photo, it happened too fast and those wily stagehands used well-placed props to sway anyone who was thinking about rushing the musicians – which I would have done, by the by – but I got to see with thine own eyes the three remaining members of the greatest rock band in whole God damn world.
I love this damn city.