there is a lot of led zeppelin in the novel. which is odd as i had not listened to zeppelin for many years, other than nodding my head when i caught a snippet on the radio or in a soundtrack. but in the last year i’ve been mining their albums for a particular feel, a kind of rhythm, the sensation of some kind of ritual being enacted . . . it’s hard to describe. like some of the stranglers’ work, there are songs by zeppelin that feel like physical actions transubstantiated into music. powerful stuff.
also, sometimes i just need an excuse to get up from this seat and dance. dance for 92k words hit; dance for not making it to a finalist round in a contest; dance for mixed feedback; dance for the unwavering belief that this story has to be told, is going to be told, whether i like it or not; dance for those moments when i am twiddling and polishing and suddenly a character looks at me, alive and kicking. hello.
for aficionados of the l.z. – i chose this bootleg as opposed to that earl’s court version that’s all over the place on youtube. is it me, or is the earl’s court one a little slower than the album cut? more about page’s virtuosity, bonham just plugging away. this one is messier but it feels more alive. and i do need a beat to get my groove on.