Note: I asked my niece to edit this blog. Her many talents include rock historian and
summa cum laude in English from UNL. Her
comments add context to the seemingly hopelessness of my summer project, so I
have kept them in. They make me laugh. I wrote this because whenever someone asked what I was up to this summer, I’d
tell them this story. They asked me to write it down.
I went to an Eagles concert this summer. Before I committed, I had to google whether
or not Don Henley was back with the Eagles.
This statement alone proves that insofar as rock music is concerned, I
checked out in the 90’s.
As an anthology of their 1970’s rock, which I subsequently
learned was called Southern California rock, it piqued my curiosity enough to
download their documentary History of the Eagles afterwards. Get it. Watch
it. As a twentysomething year old, Don
Henley comes across as articulate and thoughtful - thoughtful as in career
charting thoughtful. This wasn’t just about the music of the Eagles. This was about the business of being the
Eagles. And business is something I
understand.
A simple Facebook posting that I mistook for a friend showed
up in my feed a few days later. I think
it showed up because Facebook knew that I was researching a band from the 1970s
– that is the creepy part of social media.
Instead of a friend, it turned out to be a link to a video of a Kennedy
Center Honors program honoring Led Zeppelin. For people raised on 70s rock, this next part will
sound like heresy. Sorry.
I did not know who Led Zeppelin was. I did not recognize Robert Plant. I, maybe,
maybe had heard of Jimmy Page? I
certainly didn’t know the names John Bonham and John Paul Jones. In fact I still have a terrible time
referring to Mr. Jones as Jones and not Johns[JS1] But I was hooked when Heart came on stage and
rocked the living soul out of “Stairway
to Heaven” with a sixty plus person choir on back-up. Dang!
I was transfixed by the performance and the reaction of the
crowd to it. Everyone remembers the song
as long, really long. It was a prom theme song that didn’t really make sense as
a prom theme choice when you listened to the words. But the Celtic folk flavor in its entrance,
nice.
Then I realized something. I missed the 70’s rock scene. I wasn't
sure if I could learn a decade’s worth of music in a summer, but I made it into a
research project anyway. I went full in. I started with Rolling Stone online – not to be confused with the song (wrong decade) or the band (still
touring). Rolling Stone the magazine is the great on-line resource for my little rock research project. After combing through their top 100 lists of everything, I have a better appreciation for why Zeppelin turned into this mythical apparition. All of its members were best in class.
Next, I went back to my roots for a lesson in rock music 101.
There’s about a dozen years that separates me from my nieces
and nephews. They are now thirtysomething
year olds and beyond. Given that we
share a healthy amount of DNA, I did not get any of the music history molecules in my
double helix that they did. So I
casually ask one Sunday if anyone from the family music library could fill me in
on their take of Led Zeppelin.
It was like setting
off a verbal grenade at the dinner table.
“What?” “You’ve GOT to be kidding me?” “Hello!?!” “Greatest Rock Band
Ever” “Sex on a Stick” “Greatest Guitarist Ever” [JS4] …..
Ok, stop there. What? Back up? “Robert Plant. Jimmy Page. Watch the video of
their early 70’s concerts” Then someone added,
“You have to watch the Heart video from the Kennedy Center Honors.”
As a matter of fact I had.
July turned to August and I was headed to Kansas next.
Fairs in small rural states net the still touring rock bands
from the 70’s and 80’s and current country talent for their grandstand
acts. This year’s throwback was Kansas
and Foghat. Rest assured that since I
didn’t know Zep, I really didn’t know Foghat.
I referred to them afterwards as a little British band opening for
Kansas.
The reaction, “Seriously, were you stoned in the 70s?” Additional comments, with a few putdowns [JS5] aimed
at Anne Murray and Debby Boone, had me walking away with an essential 70s rock
playlist. Jury is still out on Thin
Lizzy’s Wild One.
I did get last minute tix for Def Leppard and Styx in
August. Def shouldn’t really count as a
70’s band but I think they qualify as glam rock [JS6] .
If they aren’t, then someone has to explain the scarves.
I loved that concert because I came by loving Styx honestly
- in the 1970s. I also loved my thirtysomething
seat mates who were my true entertainment for the evening. They were funny, drunk and more than once,
almost in my lap. The guy, I think his name was Jason, and the
lovely girl with tears in her eyes who asked me after the encore if they had played
“Pour Some Sugar on Me”. Yes honey. Yes
they did and you enjoyed the heck out of it.
As August gave way to September, a circle was being formed. “Heart
is coming to town.” “Say what?” “Heart,
the Wilson sisters are coming to town. They’re kicking off this year’s United
Way campaign.” End the summer of the
70’s with the rock chick trailblazers, nice.
[JS7]
The Wilson sisters are in their sixties and the upper Midwest isn’t big on showing their
love for artists. But when Ann Wilson hit Crazy On You at full voice, everyone
came to their stand as one. Most people
are thrilled to be on Medicare at 65, not singing full voice for 90 minutes on
stage in front of a few thousand people who will critique every sound. Respect.
My working theory is this now. Rock and roll artists aren’t
supposed to age because if they age, we age.
They were the foreground music of our youth, our air guitar moments and
our groupie fantasies. These musicians
are expected to play the same song the same way for decades in order to please us. We forget why we loved them in the first
place because they were so fresh and they spoke to us in that moment in time.
I’ve been to four Dylan concerts and I always leave saying
the same thing. This is the last Dylan concert I’ll ever go to. And I’m still
not sure I’m really done yet. I’ve never once heard that man do Blowin in the
Wind as I think Blowin in the Wind is supposed sound.
In closing out my summer project, I came to the conclusion
that I was impressed with how Led Zeppelin walked away. [JS8] It
was a sad, tragic ending with the death of drummer Bonham. No one would have
chosen that ending. Yet they had to have
known very young that what they had could not be replicated; so they collectively
closed the book and then each took their own path forward.
This was my last learning.
This was my last learning.
Their lead singer, Robert Plant, now in his mid sixties, continues to
explore and evolve. Through that work I
was introduced to Alison Kraus and African tribal music over the summer. Take heed fellow mid-lifers. Life may be wearing, but you have much more
life to live and give regardless of your age or stage in your journey.
This story should end here but there is one last concert for
this summer.
I have business in Chicago this week. I actually had a choice of going to Chicago
or Minneapolis for this conference so I checked out the artists playing the
night I’ll be staying over.
And one single seat stared back at me for three weeks until
the universe said through a multitude of ways, just go. So Wednesday
evening, you should be able to find me at FirstMerit Pavillion Row D Seat 12
Section 101 listening to Robert Plant and the Sensational Space Shifters. #RJPSSS
I love it when God smiles.
Thanks for a great summer and a very complete and full circle.
And for everyone who wanted me to write it down, I hope I
have done the journey right. Peace.
[JS2]Are
you referencing “Rolling Stone” as in the magazine, the Dylan song (60s) or The
Stones? It isn’t clear and there has to
be more of a story to that. If it is the
magazine, what issue did you read? If it
is the song, wrong decade. If it is the
band, what song?
[JS6]NONONONONONONONO! Def Lepard is shitty hair metal. Glam rock is T-Rex and Bowie. That is a whole other AMAZING portion of the
70s that we haven’t touched on it.
[JS7]Ann
is one of the top hard rock/metal voices, male or female. They were trailblazers. Rocker chicks sounds like it’s just a step up
from groupies.
[JS8]You
gotta talk about Bozo dying. All the
best ones have a shelf life. The Beatles
are really the only ones who ever walked away without someone croaking.