Symbols and Smartasses: A Led Zep FicSymbols and Smartasses: A Led Zep Fic4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"You know, if you stare at your hands long enough, they start to change colour... have you ever noticed that?"
Robert lifted his head to see if the bassist was paying attention. He had his head emerged in a book, as usual. Reading. Move along, Robert. Nothing to see here.
"Hm?" came a minimally-attentive grunt.
"Have you ever noticed that?"
"Nevermind." Robert sighed. "Why are you always reading when I try to talk to you?"
"Why do you always try to talk to me when I'm reading?" Jonesy replied, without batting an eye.
"Why can't you just answer me like a normal human being instead of answering me with more questions all the time?" Robert growled. "That's something smart-asses do to make life difficult for everyone."
No reply. Jonesy was back in his book, and Robert was alone again. Bonzo never pulled this shit on him. Bonzo would agree with him. Bonzo would start staring at his hands right away, and then reply in that thundering voice of his, "Bloody fuck, R
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 1Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 14 years ago in Short Stories
December 23rd, 2006...
"That's a wrap." said Robert, putting down his headphones. "Everything's sounding good. I'm heading home."
"Already?" Jimmy muted his guitar with his palm. "It's only 11:00."
"We've been here since noon, Jimmy. I can't pull these all-nighters anymore, and besides..."
"Besides what? I thought you WANTED to do this reunion."
"Well yeah..." Robert sighed, "...but you know... it's Christmas eve tomorrow."
"Oh." Jimmy scowled and began plucking out a tune on the guitar. Robert sat in silence for moment, and then spoke up again.
"I'd really like to start the drive home tonight so I can be home with the family in the morning."
"I suppose you would, wouldn't you?" Jimmy sneered. "I also suppose that means you won't be coming in to rehearse tomorrow."
"It's only once a year, Pagey."
"There are only so many days in a year, Robert, and there are so many hours in day. Each hour wasted is money."
Robert laughed. "Oh listen to you. You with more mon
The Voicemail of GodThe Voicemail of GodThe Voicemail of God8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives
Ever since I can remember, I have been one of those strange people who pick up pennies. I find them everywhere, on sidewalks, in stadiums, on the floors of grocery stores, in parking lots you get the idea. And it is a rare occasion indeed if I fail to pick them up. Most people, when faced with a copper portrait of Lincoln down by their feet, even if they dropped it themselves, will simply ignore it. After all, you cannot buy anything with one cent; why even bother bending over? I, on the other hand, like to think I am a little more practical than most. When I see one of those poor, unloved little presidents looking up at me, I have to admit that I get a little excited. Well, maybe excited is a bit strong, but you get my point. You see, when I see abandoned pennies, I see free money just waiting to be claimed. The only work required to earn it is bending over, and a simple motion of the thumb and forefinger. Yes, one penny is fairly useless, but I know that by
Stairway to HeavenStairway to Heaven8 years ago in Fantasy
There was this small girl I knew once...Her name was Adelaide, and she used to gather flowers from the fields each and every morning, and spread them at the windows in her village, and when people would wake up, they'd find the small bunches of colour and scent greeting the rising sun on the wooden frames...She danced in the tall grass with the butterflies, and sang beautiful songs about the wind and the forests. Her long hair would entangle in the flowers she gathered, and she'd laugh...Her pretty white dress was always stained with green from the grass she lay on at noon watching the sun pass her by, and she'd smile at it...and I could swear it smiled back when it saw her...
Years came and went, seasons changed, and she grew into a beautiful young woman, who'd still gather flowers and greet the sun every day with child-like joy, and child-like heart...her love was as a morning breeze, subtle and eternal, delicate as the dew rolling down the dormant petals of the flowers...they tr
Over the HillsOver the HillsOver the Hills7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern
Over lush, green hills,
Music following my steps,
I find how dreams are made.
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 4Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 44 years ago in Short Stories
"Keith? Can I ask you something?"
"What does my missing a few Christmases have to do with damnation?" Jimmy swallowed. "That is... I'm not really sure I understand yet."
"Remember what I said back in the music shop, Page?"
"I guess so, yeah. Something about... uh... kindness to your fellow man."
"More importantly than that, Pagey, the significance of one action, and how it can leave behind a wake of influence."
"Yeah, the guitar-teacher to me, me to a billion fans. So what? That's not a bad thing, is it?"
"It works the other way too, Page."
"I suppose that makes sense, yeah, but-"
"Look." Keith pointed forward, and Jimmy looked to see himself, a younger man again, talking to a younger Robert Plant in what appeared to be a venue's green room of some kind. He had a guitar in his hand, and looked ready to go onstage.
"Fuck, I was skinny." Jimmy remarked.
"Listen." Keith instructed. Jimmy did so, and walked closer to the two musicians. He took a seat on the nearby sofa, and listen
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 5Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 54 years ago in Short Stories
Jimmy couldn't think straight. His mind was a blur of memories he had tried to lock away for years. Memories. That's all they were. Memories. How could a memory do harm? It couldn't, could it? Not unless one allowed it to.
He got up from the chair and paced back and forth. What the hell just happened? How many more dead drummers were going to come and torment him tonight? Fuck, if only Peter were here. Peter would set him right. He was the best manager ever to walk the earth. Peter would pull him up by the lapels and say, "Jimmy, get over yourself." He smiled a little. "Jimmy, get over yourself. Hop in the car. I'll buy you a drink. You won't remember any of this in the morning." Good old Peter Grant.
"CLANG! CLANG!" The bell struck two, and sure enough, another strange lighted flooded the crack beneath the restroom door.
"Page!" a low voice beckoned.
Jimmy ducked. He didn't really know why. So far, he'd endured a night of the walking dead, time-travel, and exploding restroo
100 songs themes challenge100 Song lyrics challenge100 songs themes challenge7 years ago in General Non-Fiction
1. Phats and Small - Turn Around
2. Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan - Revolver
3. Bob Marley - Red red wine
4. Eric Clapton - Layla
5. Goo Goo Dolls - Before It's Too Late
6. Puddle of Mudd - Blurry
7. Pink - Centerfold
8. Stealers Wheels - Stuck In The Middle With You
9. Crossfade - Starless
10. Theory of a Dead Man - Bad Girlfriend
11. Oleander - Halo
12. Johhny Cash - Hurt
13. Foo Fighters - Times Like These
14. Crash Test Dummies - Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
15. 3 Days Grace - Riot
16. Paleface - Colgate Soulmate
17. Blur - Woo Hoo
18. Emiliana Torrini - Jungle Drum
19. Batmobile - Rockin' Rooster
20. Dolly Parton - Jolene
21. Fool's Garden - Lemontree
22. Gorillaz - Rock the House
23. Ludacris F. Pharrell - Money Maker
24. Mandy Moore - Only Hope
25. Phil Collins and Genesis - Land of Confusion
26. Spiderbait - Black Betty
27. Pressure - Be Free
28. Street Light Manifesto - A Moment of Silence
29. Flogging Molly - Seven Deadly Sins
30. Nickelback - Savin Me
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 3Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 34 years ago in Short Stories
Jimmy was a wreck. The minutes ticked away, and not a sound came in from the streets outside. No cars, no wind... dead silence, and Jimmy had become prisoner of it all. He sat, plastered to the chair, his eyes fixed on the clock.
"Two minutes till one..." he thought, "...still no sign of any ghost." His heart raced with anticipation as he watched the hands on the clock steady edge toward the hour. Had he REALLY just seen Bonzo in the studio?
"Poor old bastard." he thought, "It COULDN'T have been an illusion... could it? I never touched him... I couldn't. But he FELT so REAL." He tried to recollect in his mind the ghost he had seen only an hour ago. Sure enough, it was Bonzo in every aspect. The same voice, the same cheeky grin... but oh that pain. It was so foreign to the drummer; a side Jimmy had never seen. The suffering, the regret, and oh God, that CHAIN. THAT CHAIN!
"CLANG!" rang the bell.
Jimmy froze. He stopped everything. His breathing, his thoughts, and carefully s
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 2Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 24 years ago in Short Stories
"Last chance?" Jimmy choked. "Bonzo? What? I-"
"Listen, I was allowed to come back here for only one night, Pagey. I'm doing you a fucking favor." Bonzo indicated the chains and the bottles hung around his body. "This represents the misspent hours of my life, Page. The greed, the stupidity... but more than that... all the things I DIDN'T do. The time I wasted."
"Wasted? Bonzo, you came to every studio session! You gave up weekends, holidays... anytime the band needed you, you were there."
"My point..." Bonzo said grimly.
"Sure you had some rough patches... the drinking and all fuck else, but when it came down to it, you were always a good man of business, Bonzo."
"BUISNESS?!?!" Bonzo thundered, grabbing Jimmy by the collar. "My CHILDREN were my business! My FAMILY! My respectability, my heath, and my forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!"
Jimmy was aghast. "I had no idea you pos
Jedz dalej, moj bracieJedź dalej, mój bracieJedz dalej, moj bracie2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics
Jedź dalej, to nie ciebie wezwało życie,
Choć niebo i piekło są sprzężone bitwą.
Jedź dalej w poplamionej juchą kurcie,
I płać za braterską dłoń dantejską lichwą.
Jedź dalej, chociaż rdza trawi maskę Impali,
A na twojej duszy nie ma śladu cyny.
Jedź dalej i strzelaj do każdego z dali,
Gdy pewny będzie tylko zapach benzyny.
Tutaj nie ma bólu,
Chłód nie przyciąga duchów.
Tutaj nie ma strachu,
Colt zardzewiał na strychu.
Twoje dłonie drżą, chcą odetchnąć,
Chodź, bracie, to już niedaleko.
Jedź dalej, bądź usterką w chorym systemie,
Bądź sprawną seks-maszyną, samotnym graczem.
Jedź dalej i chrzań układy, choć są w cenie,
Choć czeka cię kpina, nie pogardzaj pł
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 7Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 74 years ago in Short Stories
Jimmy paced nervously across the studio, reflecting on the events of the night. Jimmy KNEW and understood the message the ghosts were trying to give him... but he at same time, he didn't feel as though he had done anything horrible enough to merit the fiery bowels of the underworld... and "ghosts"... that was another thing that troubled him. It had been 28 years since Keith Moon died... fewer for Bonzo and Grant, but still long enough to wonder why, after all this time they'd chosen to arise and harass him.
His eyes fell on the decorated Christmas tree in the far corner of the studio, and the spirits' words echoed again in his mind:
"I'm doing you a fucking favor."
"I've been spending the last decade working out a way to get the four of you little snots into paradise."
"There's no bounds to one man's kindness. A word of advice, or a gesture of goodwill can span lifetimes, and influence generations."
"Christmas", he thought subconsciously. "Gifts... generosity... this whole thing is a g
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 6Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 64 years ago in Short Stories
They flew over the landscape, the stars above them. The sea below them, and a whole lotta unanswered questions between them.
Jimmy spoke up, as they glided along. "So... just a question, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Yeah?" grunted Peter.
"Don't take this the wrong way, Peter... but how did YOU manage to get into heaven?"
"Why, Pagey? You don't think I'm a good guy?" Grant prodded, not looking at Jimmy.
"Oh, no, you're FANTASTIC, Peter. There's no doubt in my mind about that, but-"
"Then what's the trouble? It takes more than a few dirty words and busted heads to send a man to Hell, Pagey."
"I'm still not convinced..." Jimmy said cautiously. "You've never really been an idyllic image of spiritual salvation, Grant."
"Alright, alright, you REALLY wanna know? I'll tell you. Arms racing, Pagey, arms racing. As much as it twisted God's titties to have me in heaven, he wanted me out of Hell even worse."
"Why? WHY? I was in charge of YOU tosspots for twelve years. If I can
Stairway to Heaven in Klingon"Stairway to Heaven," Led ZeppelinStairway to Heaven in Klingon4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics
"jolvoy' Sto'vo'qorDaq," leD puvDuj
translation by knightswhodontsayni
wa'be' DIchbej wovDochmeyHoch baS
(There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold)
'ej ghaH je'lI' wa' jolvoy' Sto'vo'qorDaq
(And she's buying a stairway to heaven)
ghaH pawDI' ghaHSovlI,' malja'HochSoQchugh
(When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed)
lo'lI' wa' mu' ghaHSuqlaH pawmo'
(With a word she can get what she came for)
uH, uH, ej ghaH je'lI' wa' jolvoy' Sto'vo'qorDaq
(Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven)
wa'qI' SurchemDaq 'ach ghaHneH DIch
(There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure)
bISov rut mu'mey ghaj cha' Hech
('Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings)
bIQtIqretlh SorngaS, wa' chuS'IHpuvHa'DIbaH
(In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings)
rut qechmajHoch Hon
(Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven)
uH, muraD Qub
(Ooh, it mak
Music For MeMusic For MeMusic For Me3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics
Music for me is so much more than entertainment
It’s more than something to sing, rhyme, or dance to
A creation full of emotion, puzzles, and stories; a multitude of different concepts
Music is freedom, music is creativity, music is liberating; it’s brain food,
Food for thought, it sticks with me and it even once reduced me to tears
And when that happened, that’s when I truly began to believe in immortality
Because I’ll never forget the way the music touched my soul, and caressed my ears
And through his music, J Dilla’s legacy will continue to live on through people’s memories
Music for me is so much more than entertainment
It represents happiness, sadness, depression, love, loss, life and death
The Rain Song, for example encompasses this all in a mere 7 minutes
The good and the bad of love; and the loss, the creation, rise and fall of it
And this is one reason why I love music, thank you Led Zeppelin
Music can repre
Glorious: IntroductionMy love affair with rock started with Jimmy Page.Glorious: Introduction6 years ago in General Fiction
I met him through a guy, a silly summer fling, and an insatiable appetite for classic rock. Growing up with parents raised in South America, I was never exposed to legends like Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd or even The Beatles. They were into disco and 80's pop like Michael Jackson. For everyone else, my inability to recognize Blackbird or Whole Lotta Love was shocking.
So shocking in fact, that this boy took it upon himself to introduce me to it all. Jefferson Airplane. Jimi Hendrix. AC/DC. My lessons were brief, but it was enough to instill a curiosity in me. The vocalists sang like they felt the pain expressed in the lyrics. The guitarists poured their soul into the strings from their fingers. It all inspired me.
After we broke up, I embarked on my journey into classic rock myself. What I found was amazing. If the songs themselves were expressive and interesting, then the stories behind them really blew me away. Some musicians made musi
Needle and the Damage Done 1 I'd seen it all before. The flower children with their grass. The junkies with their smack. I'd seen the dirty needles and the cut up straws. The burnt knives and spoons. It was all part of the act, and though in the beginning I would stare, now I could walk right past them lining up their powder with such practiced ease and I wouldn't even give a second glance. It wasn't hard to ignore when it was so mundane in the music scene. That's what we did. We experimented and had a fuck tonne of fun doing it, until someone would look in the mirror one day and try to convince themselves they hadn't changed. But it was bullshit, and they'd know it. I'd seen people get thinner and thinner until it seemed as if they'd break under the pressure of their own screwed up mentality. I'd seen people grow old too fast; picking at themselves until they had pulsing sores all down their arms, letting their physical state go in a way that was way beyond not caring. I'd seen some dirty, greasNeedle and the Damage Done 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
How turns the wheel of fortuneCome,How turns the wheel of fortune5 years ago in Free Verse
read me Spring's fertility,
of grass-stained flowers
and lover's laughs,
from magic books of life.
read me April rains
from crying eyes
and March's gloomy skies.
play me Summer's joy,
upon your fife and drum,
in open spaces' secrets
where love will dance
between the sunlight
and the sea.
play me sunburn,
play me children screaming
and the death of my illusions.
and hark at autumn's peaces
that rustle in the hay bales
and flutter from the trees
and dance around like spirits
in a Jack-o-Lantern's dream.
and hark at how the horrors
stalk a fearful night
and pray the gloomy dawns
bring a sorrow's might
and wrap me winter's beauty
in silk and mistletoe,
under which we'll kiss away
the dying year of mem'ries
and hail the wheel of fortune
as round and round it spins.
and wrap me winter's anger
in church bells; death knells
for the lives
that once upon this earth
in innocence would play
and play me laughter,
Time Wastes You: A Led Zep FicTime Wastes You: A Led Zep Fic4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It must have been about three in the morning. Little trickles of rain still slid down the glass of the window in the hotel room, even though the storm had ended hours ago. There was no thunder now, no rain, no lightning, but somehow, something woke Jonesy from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, and he rolled over in his bed, drawing the blankets tightly around his thin frame. He muttered something inaudible to intangible people. Characters from a dream he was still half immersed in. It took him a moment to realize that he was awake. Jonesy stretched out his arms and heaved a relieved sigh when the joints in his arms cracked.
For the third time that night, he stole a glance at the clock next to his bed and groaned. It was going to be one of those nights. One of those nights where you sleep on and off, and don't get any real rest.
"Deja-fucking-vu." He grumbled.
As he settled back into his nest, something, he noted, was different. The room was the same room that he had gone to bed in.