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Jimmy Page is the sole reason I became a musician, and my hero and mentor turns 70 today!
I became aware of Jimmy from an unlikely source when I was 12: the movie Fast Times at Ridgemont High. There was a scene where the main character was told to play the second side of Led Zeppelin IV and his date would go crazy. By mistake, he played the wrong album and the song Kashmir was playing. The song's droning riff mesmerized me...I spent that entire summer trying to find the name of the song and what album it was on.
Keep in mind the Internet didn't exist back in the early 80's. If you wanted to know a song title, you had to wait for it to play on the radio and hope the DJ mentioned its name at the end. I finally ended up calling a local station's request line and asked "Hey, could you play that one Led Zeppelin song that goes 'dunadun...dunadun...DUNAdun...DUNAdun...DUNADUN...DUNADUN!!!'?
They DJ laughed, and then gave me the info: "You want Kashmir!", but he couldn't tell me what album it was on because he only had the single. Rats.
My next strategy was to start buying albums to find it. Columbia House used to have "Buy 12 albums for $.01" flyers in the Sunday paper. I don't know how they made money on those things because you only had to buy one album at regular price (which I always did, then cancelled. Columbia House was the original Napster!).
I never did find which album Kashmir was hiding on. In the meantime I acquired Led Zeppelin I, II, II, IV, Houses of the Holy, and In Through the Out Door...and they were all fantastic! The sounds, textures, and genres covered were unlike anything I heard before. That settled it- that year I asked for a guitar for Christmas.
For Christmas in 1982, I received my first guitar: An Ovation acoustic. It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but it was a start. I took 2 years of lessons at school, but couldn't really do anything with my friends because they all played electric guitars and blew me out of the water. I struggled on though, and by the time I got my first job in the spring of 1984, my first priority was to get a Les Paul...just like Jimmy Page's.
I found this little hole in the wall music shop in town called Penguin Music. It was ran by 60's hippies that were more interested getting instruments to people than making money. They listed a 1978 Les Paul Custom in the classified ads for $700. I went in and asked them if they would take $550, and they did. I made $50/week payments on it while they held on to it for me, and by summer it was mine.
That guitar was my pride and joy. I borrowed amps from friends, then finally got my own Traynor 100W combo amp (which I still have), and started playing around with friends at school. We played our first song at a high school talent show: Rock and Roll
After that, we started getting pretty good and played a lot of the local teen-bars (which were popular at time). The problem is I LOVED Jimmy's music, but the crowd wanted to hear crap like U2, Duran Duran, Flock of Seagulls, etc. So, other than an encore here and there, Zeppelin music wasn't our focus.
Around 1989, we were approached by a local recording studio to make a demo. When you make a demo, you need to bring your A-game so record producers can hear your potential. Our keyboardist just got a new Yamaha synth, so we rearranged and actually recorded a modern cover of Stairway to Heaven (this was before it was cliche).
At the time we thought it came out fantastic, but today it sounds like dated, over processed garbage. Obviously nothing became of the demo, and a few more years of seedy bar playing brought an end to my guitar playing. I was college bound and sold my guitar for tuition. I tried other arts during college, but nothing ever stuck with me as much as that damn guitar.
I hadn't picked up an instrument for 15 years after that, but still followed Jimmy's work. I went to Firm concerts, I went to Outrider concerts (and met him at a bar in Detroit!), I attended every Page & Plant concerts in the tri-state area. By about 2002, I got the bug again and bought another guitar. Les Pauls went through the roof in price, so all I could afford was a cheap Epiphone from a fire sale from Mars Music.
I started playing again with family and friends at parties, and actually found a group of guys that loved classic rock. We started practicing hard, and Jimmy's influence was once again coursing through my fingers. We had a lot of potential---but when you reach your 30's, life happens.
Members started getting married, having babies, working swing shifts...there's a saying that goes "You have to be married to your wife or your band." There's also a saying that says "The difference between a large pizza and a musician is a large pizza can feed a family of 4".
So, here I am today, fairly successful (with some rough patches before getting there), an equipment collection that a 16 year old could only dream of, and years of eternal memories and experiences, and they're all under the influence of one person's genius.
Happy birthday to you, Mr. James Patrick Page. You're 70 now, but your work is immortal. And Kashmir is on Physical Graffiti...which is a double album and I couldn't afford it
EDIT: As a happy ending, I ended up inheriting a rare early '70's Les Paul Black Beauty in 2004 and I bought one I could play 6 years ago. I WILL NOT be getting rid of either of these.
I became aware of Jimmy from an unlikely source when I was 12: the movie Fast Times at Ridgemont High. There was a scene where the main character was told to play the second side of Led Zeppelin IV and his date would go crazy. By mistake, he played the wrong album and the song Kashmir was playing. The song's droning riff mesmerized me...I spent that entire summer trying to find the name of the song and what album it was on.
Keep in mind the Internet didn't exist back in the early 80's. If you wanted to know a song title, you had to wait for it to play on the radio and hope the DJ mentioned its name at the end. I finally ended up calling a local station's request line and asked "Hey, could you play that one Led Zeppelin song that goes 'dunadun...dunadun...DUNAdun...DUNAdun...DUNADUN...DUNADUN!!!'?
They DJ laughed, and then gave me the info: "You want Kashmir!", but he couldn't tell me what album it was on because he only had the single. Rats.
My next strategy was to start buying albums to find it. Columbia House used to have "Buy 12 albums for $.01" flyers in the Sunday paper. I don't know how they made money on those things because you only had to buy one album at regular price (which I always did, then cancelled. Columbia House was the original Napster!).
I never did find which album Kashmir was hiding on. In the meantime I acquired Led Zeppelin I, II, II, IV, Houses of the Holy, and In Through the Out Door...and they were all fantastic! The sounds, textures, and genres covered were unlike anything I heard before. That settled it- that year I asked for a guitar for Christmas.
For Christmas in 1982, I received my first guitar: An Ovation acoustic. It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but it was a start. I took 2 years of lessons at school, but couldn't really do anything with my friends because they all played electric guitars and blew me out of the water. I struggled on though, and by the time I got my first job in the spring of 1984, my first priority was to get a Les Paul...just like Jimmy Page's.
I found this little hole in the wall music shop in town called Penguin Music. It was ran by 60's hippies that were more interested getting instruments to people than making money. They listed a 1978 Les Paul Custom in the classified ads for $700. I went in and asked them if they would take $550, and they did. I made $50/week payments on it while they held on to it for me, and by summer it was mine.
That guitar was my pride and joy. I borrowed amps from friends, then finally got my own Traynor 100W combo amp (which I still have), and started playing around with friends at school. We played our first song at a high school talent show: Rock and Roll
After that, we started getting pretty good and played a lot of the local teen-bars (which were popular at time). The problem is I LOVED Jimmy's music, but the crowd wanted to hear crap like U2, Duran Duran, Flock of Seagulls, etc. So, other than an encore here and there, Zeppelin music wasn't our focus.
Around 1989, we were approached by a local recording studio to make a demo. When you make a demo, you need to bring your A-game so record producers can hear your potential. Our keyboardist just got a new Yamaha synth, so we rearranged and actually recorded a modern cover of Stairway to Heaven (this was before it was cliche).
At the time we thought it came out fantastic, but today it sounds like dated, over processed garbage. Obviously nothing became of the demo, and a few more years of seedy bar playing brought an end to my guitar playing. I was college bound and sold my guitar for tuition. I tried other arts during college, but nothing ever stuck with me as much as that damn guitar.
I hadn't picked up an instrument for 15 years after that, but still followed Jimmy's work. I went to Firm concerts, I went to Outrider concerts (and met him at a bar in Detroit!), I attended every Page & Plant concerts in the tri-state area. By about 2002, I got the bug again and bought another guitar. Les Pauls went through the roof in price, so all I could afford was a cheap Epiphone from a fire sale from Mars Music.
I started playing again with family and friends at parties, and actually found a group of guys that loved classic rock. We started practicing hard, and Jimmy's influence was once again coursing through my fingers. We had a lot of potential---but when you reach your 30's, life happens.
Members started getting married, having babies, working swing shifts...there's a saying that goes "You have to be married to your wife or your band." There's also a saying that says "The difference between a large pizza and a musician is a large pizza can feed a family of 4".
So, here I am today, fairly successful (with some rough patches before getting there), an equipment collection that a 16 year old could only dream of, and years of eternal memories and experiences, and they're all under the influence of one person's genius.
Happy birthday to you, Mr. James Patrick Page. You're 70 now, but your work is immortal. And Kashmir is on Physical Graffiti...which is a double album and I couldn't afford it
EDIT: As a happy ending, I ended up inheriting a rare early '70's Les Paul Black Beauty in 2004 and I bought one I could play 6 years ago. I WILL NOT be getting rid of either of these.
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