I have been a massive Led Zeppelin fan since I was weened off breast feeding. I love to get the Led out, have all albums, collect rare vintage live recordings (FLAC or other lossless only please), run an oldschool Carracho server for said live recordings, and damn near cried when they had the reunion show in London and I didn’t have the money to make that epic journey that would, for me, have been akin to an Islamic person returning to Mecca. In short: I’m a big Led Zeppelin fanatic. In a recent tweet, Will Wheaton wrote:
I’m currently up to Physical Graffiti, and have just discovered that I don’t have the sound system, ’69 Nova, or long hair needed to really do this album justice.
I completely got what he was saying and twittered him back to please elaborate. He was already on it, shortly after my reply he had already posted this and I thank the gods for another Zeppelin soul such as this. Very elegant…
Then as it was, then again it will be
An’ though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
While writing today, I’ve been rocking my way through all my Led Zeppelin albums, in order. I’m currently up to Physical Graffiti, and have just discovered that I don’t have the sound system, ’69 Nova, or long hair needed to really do this album justice, and wailing on my desk like it’s a drum kit really freaks out my dogs
Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays
On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey
The sun is setting through my office window, throwing long shadows and golden light across my yard and into my house. The sky begins to darken behind a hazy gauze of clouds on the edge of a storm the weather man says will arrive Monday. My sinuses say it is likely to arrive sooner.
Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn’t have to grow
But as the eagle leaves the nest, it’s got so far to go
Ten Years Gone is the perfect music for this precise, bittersweet, slightly melancholy moment, just before the unseasonable warmth of the day gives way to the chill of February night. I know that, before I even finish composing this post, the sun will drop behind the big tree outside and I’ll have to close up the windows and pull on a sweatshirt. But for now … just for now … I can pretend that it’s the end of a summer day, I’m 10 years younger than I am, and I haven’t a care in the world.
Holdin’ on, ten years gone
Ten years gone, holdin’ on, ten years gone
Now for the third and ultimately geek point of this post. I was able to select the text on WWdN, then right-click and quote it (set-up a citation template) using ScribeFire – a sweet Firefox plug-in. This is good remedy to answer the question raised in my last post. I have a list a mile long for enhancements and bug fixes, but this would (at least for now) appear to be the only proverbial game in town for what I need.