Since I've Been Thinking About It

I’m listening to Led Zepplin’s “Since I’ve Been Loving You” and man, I’ve gotta tell you. The guitar solo in that song gets me all goofy.

I know there’s a ton of people with at least semi-legit arguments for why Zep does nothing for them. I get that. But seriously, if you are one of those people… then fuck you.

You see, when Jimmy Page launches into that monumentally expressive minor key outburst it sounds like he has tapped directly into what it is that pisses me off about life and makes me want to go away and hide from all of you. Forever. And when I know someone else can not only identify that about life, but express it artistically in a way that screams my name all over it, I am moved by it. So you may not get that, but then who gives a shit.

And whenever I see the guy speak, or even just stand around with that snide grin on his face, I just see some massive headed Brit who thinks the sun rises over his white ass alone.
It takes a real man to admit when someone else is right.

That solo confirms the genius of Jimmy Page and firmly ensconces him in the place he occupies so rightfully.

So many decry Zepplin’s bloat, or their gratuitous penchant for overstatement, but you have to ask yourself something. When you left the warm bosom of your childhood home, and first plied the trade of the self reliant, at what point, if at all, did you realize how much of a complete pussy you actually were?

This guy didn’t just top charts with his cock all over the stage, he defined a genre by injecting it with all the sex, power, artistry, and expressive genius it has ever had before or since. And that will never change no matter how many fucking Arcade Fire Cds you use to wipe up your waxy ejaculate from off of your Technoviking photos strewn about the floor of your Cooper Mini or whatever ode to ignorance carries you to your ugly life.

Maybe I’m just making a judgment call here. I guess what I’m trying to say is if you are one of those people who actually bought the real hype about Led Zepplin, the hype that claims them to be nothing more than an example of 70s AOR excess, and you in the process overlooked how multidimensional, pleasing, powerful, and emotionally resonant their music actually can be, then I truly feel even more sorry for you than even I thought possible.

Go back and check that track out again. Freely. No more smarmy repartee now. Actually find a copy of that song and really listen to it. Open yourself up to it. Follow where they are going and when that solo kicks in, let it do its thing. At exactly four minutes four seconds into the track, Page play a little lick, in the middle of the solo that literally gives me goose bumps, and that is what the electric guitar is all about. All about. And god, I hope you hear what I hear, because what I hear is the kind of thing that makes the nights a little shorter, and that is always alright by me.