Tuesday, March 13, 2007

jimmy page

Jimmy Page was undoubtedly the coolest guitarist of the early seventies, but not necessarily the best. Aren't those very subjective terms anyway? Let's just say that he was a very cool guitar player and leave it at that. Someone I used to know described Led Zeppelin as "approaching Hobbit rock", which is actually pretty funny if you think about it. They did get kind of silly at times, but the other times they were laying down tremendous waves of sound. Plus Page had that incredible double-necked Les Paul that he wore down on his knee and yet still managed to play somehow.

The Inner Vision

Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
While a fair region round the traveller lies
Which he forbears again to look upon;

Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene,
The work of Fancy, or some happy tone
Of meditation, slipping in between
The beauty coming and the beauty gone.

If Thought and Love desert us, from that day
Let us break off all commerce with the Muse;
With Thought and Love companions of our way-

Whate'er the sense take or may refuse,-
The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews
Of inspiration on the humblest lay.
-W. Wordsworth

The flowers are all coming out and blooming, and I think from time to time that this is a bit early for that, but no use in worrying about it too much.

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