I never thought I'd see the day, Led Zeppelin reunited to play a benefit show in London. They preformed a full 2 hour set-SWEET. Robert Plant, Jimmy Page, John Paul Jones, and Jason Bonham came out guns blazin' with a blues infused set that rocked the house. The thought of a Zeppelin reunion tour coming stateside sends shivers down my spine. When I was a wee rocker MR.CHUCK would tell tales of seeing Zeppelin at the Uptown Theater in the 70's. MR.CHUCK has rocked with the best of them over the years, but the Zeppelin stories are my favorite. He claims that they were so loud he thought his ears were gonna bleed and that Plant is a better front man than Jagger. That's the "burner" in him right there. We went to go see Plant/Page in 1995. It was good, but it was no Led Zeppelin-it was a complete tease. I wanted to hear the whole crew rock "Over the Hills and far Away" not just two of them. MR. CHUCK left the show bitter. He called both Plant and Page sellouts and hacks. He continued his rant by saying it's a sad day when rockers rock for cash. I called MR.CHUCK this morning to ask if he'd seen the review in the Times. It went a little something like this:
ME: Dude, did you see the article in the Times this morning?
MC: Hell yes I saw it. I almost spit coffee all over your Mother.
ME: I wish I could've seen that.
MC: She looked worried for a split second.
ME: Good work. Way to make her sweat before she leaves for work.
MC: All in a days work.
ME: So if they tour are we gonna go?
MC: You bet KIDDO we are there and FYI we're going solo-without your MOTHER. She can stay home and watch the dog. Don't tell her anything. Like when we went to go see Lou Reed. Remember?
ME: Yeah, I remember how pissed she was.
MC: She needs to mind her own business.
ME: I hate to say it, BUT IT IS HER BUSINESS. I AM HER KID. I can't believe I just said that.
MC: What's wrong with you? I raised you, not her. While she was off doing God knows what-we were at home rockin' out. Without me you'd be listening to complete shit. Gotta go the WARDEN is coming back into the kitchen. Later.
I'm convinced I have the weirdest parents on the planet.