Oh, and let’s not forget the gig as a member of Robert Plant’s Band of Joy tour.
The only thing to do is wrap all that up in a big shiny package, put a bow on it and label it as the incomparable talent of Patty Griffin. We wish you a perfect day filled with music, laughter and love.
Plucked from Birmingham, England, bar-band obscurity, Led Zeppelin started a blues band (The New Yardbirds), but then through the alchemy of Page / Plant / Bonham / Jones, imagined themselves to be Vikings in the "Immigrant Song" and then lived out that fantasy, both inspiring and pillaging America's rock 'n' roll youth, sacks of gold and fair maidens by the score, holed up at the Chateau Marmont shouting "I'm a golden God" while hanging naked off the hotel balcony.
The '80s were a hangover punk and post-punk ridiculed Zeppelin's propensity for pomposity, then came Bonzo's death by alcohol, Page's weird flirtations with the occult and washed-up British singers (Paul Rogers, David Coverdale?
This is Plant the conjurer, drawing together disparate traditions, building a delicious gumbo filled with straight-line power but also diversionary side trips.