I shall play me the songs of my people. Geez, those boys were fun, weren't they?
These are my random thoughts upon first listening to the second disc of the Physical Graffiti remaster.
♪ There is nothing to be said about the songs themselves, really. They aren't new: I've been hearing them since 1975. Other people love them or don’t, but for me they are still the songs that fed my soul as a young adult. Now they are here again, freshened, more immediate and intense than ever. As relevant as ever. And maybe tastier than ever before.
♪ The question is how did these incredible musicians create so many songs that are so completely unique – not just different from other bands’ music, but each one unique in the body of Led Zeppelin’s own work?
♪ It is a tribute to Jimmy Page that I am hearing nuances to the instruments I haven’t heard, or at least noticed, before. Clarity. Immediacy. Darts to the heart. The remasters are worth every penny just for this.
♪ JPJ comes in with a bass line that punches through my gut and shakes me to the core. It’s not a new thing, but it’s just devastating.
♪ I swear some of these songs sound like different versions than the original versions. They aren't. It just seems that so much more is revealed that they sound new to me. Some songs I have fallen out of listening to now spring back to the forefront of desirability.
♪ Wish there had been more Stu over Led Zeppelin’s career.
♪ Love the giggle and the segue to the plane, the whole whimsy of leaving it in. It's like sitting on a stool with them right there.
♪ No wonder I don’t like to listen to this music in public. I can’t control myself - gotta move, gotta wiggle, gotta shake and rock and roll. I'm a pod person taken over by Led Zeppelin!
♪ Geez, I’ve got this goofy grin stretched across my face and tears in my eyes. Madness, this music! Blissful madness.
♪ This disc #2 of Physical Graffiti is less air and more earth. Fairy dust is earth, right? Music as play. Music as a way to express the sheer joy and electric energy of fully-experienced life.
♪ Oh, oh, oh – that guitar slices right through, doesn’t it?
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Rats, dumped right back into the real world again.