"But he promised new music!" (...in the voice of a tired two year old).
And, just like with a whining two year old, what I want to do is smack the naysayers and doubters and lock them in their bedroom (now you know why I don't have kids).
It's not because I don't lust for new music, too -- trust me, I'd be flipping out if I could pre-order any new work by Jimmy Page, even if I had to take out a loan to afford it. No, I have this reaction for the same reason I want to slap kids aside the head when I hear things like "Are we there yet?", "I'm hungry", "I have to go" when on a road trip.
We are not there yet. Okay? Look out the window, stupid, do you see that we are there yet? No, we are not, so shut up already.
I don't care how long it's been since Jimmy Page put out new music.
I don't care how many times he's said he wants to be seen playing in six months, next year, whatever.
I don't care if he makes promises he doesn't keep -- for whatever reason.
So, please, I'm begging you. PLEASE stop being a two-year-old. Shut up already about your disappointment because so what. I'm disappointed, too.
But I tell you what: If/when we do get new music from Jimmy Page, I'm so getting revenge. I'm going to turn around in the driver's seat, shove my face up against your two-year-old mentality and yell as loud as I can: I told you so, you little doubter, you!
Not that it'll matter. You'll find something else to whine about.
1967
