T HE VERY FIRST TIME I HEARD I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND, IN THE FRONT SEAT OF MY DADS CARI WAS PROBABLY FOUR OR FIVE YEARS OLDIT WAS LIKE, I DONT KNOW. WHEN NOWHERE MAN CAME OUT AND I WAS ABOUT SIX OR SEVEN, THAT WAS THE SONG. IT WAS LENNONS VOICE, HIS MELODIES. ITS JUST THAT HIS VOICE CUTS THROUGH, AND WHAT HE SAYS, ITS JUST HARD TO EXPLAIN. HES INCOMPREHENSIBLE TO ME, AND NOW THAT HES DEAD ITS MORE SO. LIKE I CANT EVEN BELIEVE HE WAS HERE.
Those are the amusing words of Eric Wagner, lead singer for Chicago doom band Trouble, and Ive never forgotten them, ever since he uttered them to me something like twenty years ago. Now, I couldnt give a damn about the Beatles, but Wagners words are kind of how I feel about Led Zeppelin (the Clash too, but thats another matter)I cant even believe they were here.
There was this idea when I was growing up that Led Zeppelin existed on another plane and that the usual rules didnt apply to them. And now here I am, presenting to you exactly the kind of book that Ive long wanted to write about Led Zeppelin. Why? Well, the biographies have all been done. And indeed, there have even been two books done this way, song by song: one by Chris Welch and one by Dave Lewis. But oddly, in the months before this project was proposed to me by Dennis Pernu at Voyageur Press, I had been walking to work, listening to my iPod, and thinking I should start writing deep analyses of Zeppelins songs for something that I thought I would probably end up self-publishing.
This was all spurred by 2014s deluxe reissues. Somehow I got it in my head that I wanted to write all my thoughts about every last Led Zeppelin song: every recording detail I could hear, my theories on the lyricsbasically album reviewlength pieces on every song.
Now, for those who dont know, this sort of project isnt out of character or out of my comfort zone. Apparently (and pathetically), by any tallies that Ive seen, Ive written more record reviews than anybody ever throughout all space and timecurrently about 7,900. (Im sure someone will have more one day, but for now, my to-do list includes trying to get an official Guinness record for that.)
Chateau Marmont, West Hollywood, May 1969.
Anyway, thats one reason that I suppose I was half-qualified to do this. Another reason is that one of my jobs, besides writing books, has been to comb album credits and listen very carefully to their corresponding recorded tracks for their instrumentation and other performancesbacking vocals, handclaps, tambourine, you name iton certain albums to help a nonprofit group in Canada mete out certain accruing performance royalties. Its a long story, but that training, along with trying to figure out where the damned differences were on these tracks that Jimmy was sticking on the deluxe editions companion discs well, that got me set down this path even before this project was proposed to me.
And once the idea was proposed, I still wasnt completely onboard, knowing that the songs had already been written about, in fact twice song-by-song (see ) and then, of course, elliptically across all the other books about Led Zeppelin. A good deal of information was already out there, much of it gleaned from the same few interviews the band ever gave where they actually talked about the songs (Ive never seen more column inches spent on playing livezzz). But as I started thinking about it, I thought, hey, it was time for another look, a new book, given new information that has arisen, given the unearthed music included on new deluxe releases, given any extra trivia I could pick up and disseminate from my own listening, and given the fact that, as an opinionated reviewer, I hell an gone just wanted to say my piece.
Additionally, I knew I could provide a drummers perspective, which with many bands wouldnt matter much. But given the importance of Bonham to Zeppelin, well, I hope that in this book I help a bunch of non-drummers appreciate Bonzo more than they might have by pointing out his many genius bits across the catalog. I also heeded the wise words of a few of my guitar and bass buddies about a few things to ensure we were adding something to the body of knowledge already out there.
Boston Tea Party, Boston, Massachusetts, January 1969.
And there was one other subtle reason for taking on this project. I got to framing this book as essentially a listeners guide to Led Zeppelin. Ive lately quite fancied the whole concept of a listeners guide. In this day and age when so much music is coming out all the time, and with hundreds of thousands of albums completely accessible to us through streaming services, I increasingly value an educated opinion as to what to listen to (and for) and the various reasons why listening will be an enriching experience.
If you think about it, take some twenty-year-old kid and throw on a Led Zeppelin record, and theres a pretty good chance he or she is going to think it sounds like crap. And bloody ancient. Underwritten or barely written. Heck, these debates were going on even in the 70s. I certainly never wanted to hear another blues song as long as I lived, or as long as Tank and Raven and Witchfinder General were lurking around the corner.
On sound alone (lets forget how many guitar players think Page is sloppy), yeah, by some measures, most Led Zeppelin albums sound, variously, distorted, lacking in low end, midrange-y, flat. This is a long discussion that will be touched upon throughout the following pages. I really dont want to go there right now, but Ive spent my whole life wrestling with the idea of Led Zeppelin as overrated in so many waysbut how can you not be overrated when you are rated the way Led Zeppelin are rated, as gods who walk the earth? Who can live up to that?
On the pages that follow, I propose to you a few hundred very specific reasons why Zeppelin should be greatly admired and lauded as artists and craftsmen and poets, even. In that respect, I do what every DJ loves to do: try to turn you one to something you might not know well, or if you do know it, point out myriad subtleties deep inside, many of which will have you digging out those headphones you have stashed away somewhere and listening intently for squeaky bass drum pedals and ringing telephones.
Enough said. Thanks again to all who have written about Zeppelin, in book form and in all corners of the internet. And thanks to those experts who shared their opinions (and sometimes best guesses) with me. Ive certainly regurgitated many of the factoids others have unearthed, which is not normal for me and a bit uncomfortable. But with a band this mysterious, especially when it comes to their recordings, Id venture a guess that every Led Zeppelin scholar is guilty. And so, without further ado, lets dive down the rabbit hole of an action-packed nine-record catalog thats long been baffling to some, thrilling to millions more, and sometimes a little of both.