The Rock Gods

  The greatest band in the land, the baddest band in the land, whatever you call them, there is little doubt that few has rocked as well as the four guys that made up the band Led Zeppelin. Of course, early on, Jimmy called he initial incarnation of the band the New Yard Birds. However, after a comment from a critic: “That’ll go over like a lead zeppelin,” the iconic groups destiny to be called Led Zeppelin was fulfilled.  When I was child they were classified as Acid Rock. Their lyrics were often as mystical as an acid trip, so I understand why they were grouped into this category all too well. But outside of this pigeon-holed concept, they were cosmic. And anyone who had ever heard the song “Kashmir” can attest to this. Cosmic they are. With this being said, Led Zeppelin is the epitome of what I am calling Cosmic Rock.   (C) 2021 James Eric Watkins Kashmir: https://youtu.be/gEYqSorzOZs

Reading about Led Zeppelin, I remember my friend. I want to remember him. I want to write about him because I know no one else will. His name was Clayton. He was a dick, a douche, a prick, all the things people have said about me as well. Do I think he was misunderstood? I do. And would he have taken the time to put words to paper for me? Probably not.  I think the love of Led Zeppelin united us in some strange bond. I remember him having these four huge framed pictures of each member hanging in his basement. Of course, there were other cool things down there, a pool table, and fancy, green-felted poker table, a ping pong table. But the shots of Bonham, Jones, Page, and Plant were by far coolest thing down there to me.  I’ll never forget the first and only time anyone uttered this phrase: “You kind of look like Robert Plant with that hair, Eric.” That was probably one of the best compliments I had from a peer during my youth. And I suppose, looking back, in—between the drinkin...