I feel like I’ve been a little too introspective lately. While it’s not a bad thing to think, it is a bad thing to get lost in your own head. I get caught in mental loops and traps, and then I get weird. Well, weirder than normal, anyway. Time to break the loops and traps into little teeny tiny pieces. I can’t think of anything better to do that than a little Led Zeppelin.
This was all inspired by a recent post by Sword Chinned Bitch. She picked some pretty awesome songs for her coitus musicalus list. (Seriously, if you can’t get turned on listening to James Brown, Sade, and Led Zeppelin, then your libido is broken. See a doctor.) It got me thinking a little about what kind of music gets me going (almost anything involving really, really good guitar). And it reminded me that sometimes music is makes you move as much as it makes you feel.
Not too long ago, I was minding my own business, sitting at the computer listening to music and playing solitaire. I wasn’t really thinking about anything–music and solitaire are a zen activity meant to clear my mind of all those pesky thoughts. Then this tidal wave of drums and guitar came crashing down around my head.
Granted, I didn’t have the lovely visuals of skinny British guys with guitars and tight pants, but it didn’t matter. I had the music, and it made my insides swoop a little. Jimmy Page might be my favorite guitar player ever. Yeah, Hendrix was better. Okay, Clapton is God (yes, he really is. I’ll prove it in the next post). But Jimmy is a wizard, a mad scientist. His experience as a session man gave him the ability to play anything in any style. And he played the Gibson Les Paul. (As electric guitars go, this is arguably the best; it has the most clarity and depth of sound.) What I love most about Page’s playing is that for all his technicality and innovation, he never loses the spirit or the feeling of the music.
“The Ocean” isn’t just the guitar. With apologies to every other great rock drummer that ever lived, John Bonham was the only drummer that could coax a melody out of the rhythm. Robert Plant and John Paul Jones blend in well with the wall of sound created by the guitar and drums; they know they’re not the main attraction of this song, and they don’t get in the way.
I would keep going (because raving about Led Zeppelin is really easy), but I have to go make dinner now. Listen to the song and fill in your own tributes.