Unlike my reader Ken, I never had the opportunity to see my heroes live. I read up on Led Zep religiously in the rock mags of the era. I can't really recall what those were, although the name Lester Bangs and something called Creem come to mind.
Fast forward from my teens to my seeyalaters, and now you can pretty much dial up any concert experience you might have missed on the first go-round.
Like Freddie Mercury tying your mother down.
I love watching the old pre-rock shit, like Sister Rosetta Sharp.
But nothing brings it back home like this.
All the best for the twenties, Ken.
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