The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 1Years upon years ago, a curious young boy ventured out into the forests of Evermore. The wind whipped at the golden locks of his hair, his deep blue eyes reflecting the hot summer sun. He gazed up at giant oak trees and clung onto their branches. Climbing higher up he got a view of the misty mountains ahead, it was so foggy the child could barely see straight. He liked it this way. Made the setting more adventurous, a page out the books he read. Stories about knights fighting to the death, wizards using their sorcery and magic to defeat the evil that lurked into the dark shadows of the night, fierce, fire breathing dragons that creeped into these forests, waiting for a soul to burn. If one was curious enough, they would maybe be able to tame the dragons, use their mighty wings to be able to fly. The boy was able to fly when he leaped from branch to branch, he imagined he was riding one of those dragons. On his way to battle, he leaped onto the ground and picked up a stick. It was his sThe Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 3"Thank you all very much!" The band had just performed their second encore piece and were ready to exit the stage. They were in front of a crowd of 30,000, with no motive for it to be over, even though the concert was one of the longest ones they have done.The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 32 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"LED ZEPPELIN! LED ZEPPELIN! LED ZEPPELIN!" The crowd's chants echoed throughout the city, Jimmy Page motioned for the group to exit now. Robert gave a last wave to the crowd as they headed into the dark, the stage lights dimmed as the crowd began to leave.
"I thought they would NEVER go home..." Jimmy reached for his Jack Daniels. When the stadium was finally empty, they were ready to bring in their equipment.
"That was one hell of a crowd." John Bonham headed for the limo, another long ride, another stop on their tour.
"Before we leave, don't you guys want to have some fun?" Robert said with an enthusiastic smile.
"We're tired, Robert. That last solo took a lot out of me..."
"Right. Come on, guys! There's a long ride ahead of us,
The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 10"You think the storm's blown over, Rob?" Jonesy asked Robert Plant, who gazed at the heavy black clouds that took over the sky.The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 102 years ago in Settings More Like This
"I don't know...I haven't heard a crack of thunder in awhile at least." He said.
"They say the seconds you count from the last crack you hear is how many miles the storm is away from you. If you don't hear it for long, it means it's changing course. If you hear it rapidly, it's only getting closer..." Jonesy said, but Page cut him off.
"I don't think that applies when you're IN the storm, Jonesy..."
"It just might..." He said. Anything could happen now, they had to be prepared for anything lady nature threw at them, they certainly didn't expect her before.
"You think we're ever gonna land, Robert?" Bonzo brought up. Being stuck here forever, everything that goes up has to eventually come down. And they would, dead or alive.
"Of course we will! Don't even go there now..." Said Robert, who had encouraged this group the whole way through despite having doubts him
The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 4Robert couldn't believe he was here, the plane ride was long but well worth it. His home for years, he had missed it so much growing up. The wooden cottage with the brick chimney, the stained glass windows. The woods outside...his own Forests of Evermore. Calling out to him, waiting for him. The stick that laid on the grass next to him. He eagerly snatched it, running throughout the forests. He laughed and swung at whatever he could, saving the world from immediate danger...he was ten years old again.The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 42 years ago in Settings More Like This
He was scaling a tree when he heard the gang waking up on the forest floor, he had long forgotten about them.
"Hey Jimmy, I need to get to the store this morning for...wh...WHERE ARE WE?!" John Paul Jones was stunned at what he saw, he was sure he was in the motel bed in his designated room next to Bonzo...this had to be a dream.
"JIMMY! BONZO! WAKE UP!" Jonesy realized that he was really out in the forests in England, they were stranded and have lost contact from their limo driver and th
The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 2As the boy grew older, he moved away from the cottage and developed other interests. He loved Elvis Presley and tried to impersonate his style, using the window curtains for his stage. The world was his audience. He was very fond of the blues and studied it whenever he could. Other children who knew him found him to be strange. At school he would kept to himself, only spoke when spoken to. His mind would wander off, he would sometimes talk to himself or draw pictures on his desk or in his notebook. Teachers were worried about Robert, they didn't know what his academic strengths were or what he was planning to be. How he was going to get anywhere, or become anything.The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 22 years ago in Profiles More Like This
He decided to move out at sixteen, wanting to find a group, perform somewhere other than by himself, in his room where he would only sing to himself. Wanting desperately to find someone who had the same passion as he of the blues, he auditioned for various groups and performed for them. The audiences were few, but clutching
The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 5"ROBERT...BONZO!" Hours passed when Jimmy and Jonesy were still searching for even the slightest hint of their presence, at this point the boys could be anywhere.The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 52 years ago in Settings More Like This
"I ought to kill both of them now. The last thing I see is John chasing Robert and they both disappear. We have NO chance of getting back to the states in time now..." Jimmy groaned as he hopelessly slumped on the side of the same oak tree they had started on.
"This forest can't be that big, Jimmy. We'll find them...unless we get an express
miracle flight, you're right about not being there by tonight. All those masses of
people let down, the profit lost...if we even DO make it back, I'm sure Peter's going
to have us all killed first."
"Well, if we get on the plane at least make sure that Robert's hanging on a
rope in the back..."
"We're not STRANGLING him, Jimmy..."
"What?! No! I mean have him loosely hanging on the side of the jet so he looses that
poofy hair of his in the wind."
"Don't take it too far...his hair will be th
Symbols and Smartasses: A Led Zep FicSymbols and Smartasses: A Led Zep Fic3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"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
The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: EpilogueThe tour dragged on for longer than they expected, new dates being added, more stops, growing crowds. Even with the chaos, they couldn't help to think about back home every once in awhile they could. Back on England land, their own homes, their own beds. Their families who they haven't seen for who knows how long. The time to revisit the memories was short, they could only dream about it at night. Thinking people dreamed about living their lives was insanity to the group. Sure there was money, sure there was fame. Sure there were those massive crowds, but everyone was a stranger. The fun part of it all was just walking outside alone and exploring the world around them. See such sights that influenced them in a way that nothing else could. Their real lives thousands of miles away. Back at England they could go out and find something amazing...The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Epilogue2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Jimmy..." It was late in the night, Robert just wanted someone to talk to after being awake for so long. Though surrounded by masses most of the
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 1Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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 Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 7Jimmy feared for his life as the ground around him started to vibrate, the vast sky around him now pitch black.The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 72 years ago in Settings More Like This
"ROBERT! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Jimmy hugged the trunk of the tree next to him, crouching down, knees over his head. Whatever this thing appeared to be, it would end up killing him. He would die out here in the woods, lost and alone, surrounded by everlasting darkness.
"Bonzo...Jonesy...help me...please..." His voice grew to a final whisper, he was certain this was the end. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the tidal waves to storm him, the beast to claw into his body, but he felt no wind. No pain, the trembling came to a sudden stop. The uttermost silence he's heard all night, he couldn't even hear the wind blow, or the leaves rustling in the breeze. The eye of a hurricane, this had to be. He swung himself up, dusting himself off and trying to find some logic in the mass confusion. He took a look towards the west, there was some sort of subtle glowing...light. There was LIG
The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 9So late in the night, not a sound to be heard. Life's chaos and commotion thousands of feet below them. The frigid atmosphere chilled their bodies, seeming stuck in space yet moving faster than they ever had before. They should of fell off the minute they hit the air going at that speed, accelerating like a jet in flight. But somehow staying put onto this stallion, his wings ensuring control, stability. A promise made that as unreal as it is, was kept to this band who was bound for the states. But when they would reach their ultimate destination was all unknown.The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 92 years ago in Settings More Like This
Silently pleading for the the cold air to take him, Robert was the only one still awake. He was almost convinced he was on acid seeing the things he saw...shooting stars feet above his head, massive outstretched clouds that blanketed these glistening bulbs of light, particles and wisps of air just floating past their heads all in one motion. Everything came together up here, it all made sense. Down there was nothing but war, pa
The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 6The four exhausted band mates stretched out on a tall, grassy hill, the highest in the land, watching the massive clouds pass by.The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 62 years ago in Settings More Like This
"I just want to lay out here forever..." Robert smiled as blue birds skimmed past him, on the verge of cutting through his hair.
"What does that cloud look like to you, Jimmy?" Jonesy asked, pointing at a particular round one that covered most of the sky, the sun setting behind it gave it a golden lining.
"It's messy and it entraps anything that goes near it...like Robert's perm."
"You shut up about my hair, you ripped out about a third of it off my skull already." Robert said, giving Jimmy a playful nudge.
"I see my symbol up there..." Bonzo glanced at three smaller circular clouds that have formed together, three perfect rings that held it's shape. The band recognized it, staring at it for awhile before it drifted away with the gentle breeze.
"I see mine too!" Robert grabbed a white feather, picking flowers next to him to form a circle around it.
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 4Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"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 53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 8The boys were afraid to even move, even speak. This creature who had only been seen in story books, tall tales passed down for centuries before, was directly in their presence. All they could do was stare, watching the front man gently tame his beloved stallion.The Misadventures of Led Zeppelin: Chapter 82 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Oh Eric, where were you all these years? I've searched these forests for years...I was sure I'd never see you again." He choked as he brushed his hand on his long, silver body.
"This...this isn't happening..." Jimmy whispered, the others staring in disbelief. They were on a drug, in a dream, a hallucination. This mythical unicorn wasn't standing before this group, it's illogical. Impossible. Goes against everything life had preached to them. But the evidence was all too real, the tracks lasting for miles, it being so close all they had to do was stretch their arm...Jimmy was the first to do so. Scanning each others eyes, and all without a word being said.
"R...Robert?! This...this is..."
"Just love him...that's all he wants fr
The Voicemail of GodThe Voicemail of GodThe Voicemail of God7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
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
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 3Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"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
Lyrical Contest - Immigrant Song, Led Zeppelin[link]Lyrical Contest - Immigrant Song, Led Zeppelin1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Original Lyrics by Led Zeppelin:
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde,
singing and crying
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
How soft your fields so green
Can whisper tales of gore
Of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overlords
On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing
IamDreamfire's Created Lyrics:
Down by the river where the water runs red
My warrior soul he's gone as dead
My flashback of the odds
crawls beneath the torn threads
From these badlands
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 7Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 73 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
LED ZEPPELINLED ZEPPELINLED ZEPPELIN3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the Kashmir
On the Stairway
To Heaven. To be
Where I have been.
When the Levees
Break, torrents shall
Rush forward to
Quench a people
Thirsty for truth.
The Physical Graffiti
Lines the walls;
Sign of where
We once originated
So long ago in
The cosmic abovo.
Flying high on the
Led Zeppelin, I
Scan the horizon
And play the tune
That will lead us
Night Out: A Led Zep FicNight Out: A Led Zep Fic3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This song was the inspiration for this one. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zg2eJX9JrO8
You don't need to travel at light-speed to know how it feels. You never need to travel out beyond the earth and the sun and the moon to some distant star-speckled void. All you need is a car, the bright lights of the city, and the right state of mind.
That night, I wasn't myself. I looked around at the rush of stimulus. The animated neon lights. The sweat running down the scantily-clad bodies of the dancing girls. The pounding, driving bass of the music that enveloped us like a pulsing, solid wall. The clinking and tinking of glasses as varieties of booze were passed around. The laughing, the chatting... the haze of smoke.
Richard had insisted that this club was the spot to be on a night like this. The gig had let out earlier than we expected, and we had some time to kill. The night was still young for whelps such as ourselv