I can’t believe this thing, this entirely encompassing feeling that comforts my soul and feeds my heart, heartily and leaves only the most selfish and dark parts about me wasn’t introduced to my world until 18 years old. Of course I am speaking of Led Zeppelin.
I was in college when I first heard this music. Actually it was my first day or week or something astonishing like that when my life changed for the better, musically speaking. The first song I heard was “Over the Hills and Far away” in my dorm mate’s car. I had heard OF this “band” but never experienced this “band”. I use quotations for the mere fact of categorizing them. Anyone who has heard one song knows a word hasn’t and will never be created to properly define what is Led Zeppelin.
Like most humans I am a music fan. Leaving high school an emo in transition to being normal (well, at least less moody) I didn’t know what I would fill my Taking Back Sunday void. Long story super duper short, problem solved. I mean, I onced drove an entire car trip back home from college one weekend visiting listening ONLY to “Misty Mountain Hop” the entire 9 hour voyage. That is how effing good each individual song is! Pick any of them. It’s right.
I better wrap up this gushing by explaining that when I decided to drop out of college middle of my Junior year I took my love for this music with me on my journey to eventually the adult industry. I kept my real name (to piss off my mom. Sorry, mom.) Courtney and added Page……after the dragon suit dotting guitar god, Jimmy Page.
(I smiled the entire time I wrote this.)