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Led Zeppelin Is.....
Contributed by
Captcrunge
on
Thursday, 8th March 2012 @ 11:44:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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An aural assault.
An entity that is visceral, jagged , diamond hard , palpable and
primitive while soft as a whisper and gentle as down.
They were inventing new forms and directions that set the template for
generations of musicians to come.
Creating legends while recreating and singing the old tales.
They captured and enraptured us in gossamer echoes and devised new
paradigms and solid life forms from molten sweat and intelligence.
Led Zeppelin has mass while remaining mysterious and oblique and
ethereal.
It is fulfilling as deep sleep and dirty as a broken bottle in the
gutter.
It is raunchy and direct, sly and timeless,erotic and exotic...density
and intensity.
The songs seems to be taken from the Unknown (yet familiar) Universal
Ether…or as Robert Plant once said “ The Cosmic Energy “
These songs seem to have always existed somehow and somewhere and it
was the massed assemblage and innate talents of these 4 men to pluck
them down from the essential ether,then present them to us in a new
treasure box.
The thing about the band is they seemed to make it all seem so natural
and casually executed.
Something is right about all they accomplished. It just had to be
done.
It all was presented in confidence and clarity while maintaining a
certain mystique.
The sound was of a stuttering step of knowing and communication for
the world to acknowledge.
An icon of the human condition of wanting,
traveling,power,reverence,glory and the seeking of wisdom..
The clarity and mustiness of times and things past remembered with
revelry and celebration.
It is familiar and strange at the same time. a central nervous system
that flexes to life in spite of the time or the location or
circumstances.
A leap across the synapses of the ancient mind’s eye to the
present...like the laughter that burts out when you recognize
something familiar or beautiful.
The reverberations,maneuverings and machinations of Love like lava
flowing together,leaping loads of life writhing down a volcano from
Valhalla.
Sweating and seeking something secret and seething.
Capturing plain truth and enraptured in myth.
You can almost smell the burning elements...the cosmic residue like
spent oxygen transformin in to ozone after a thunderstorm.. coming
from the overlapping layers of communication,instinct and
musicianship.
Friendship..worship on a warship .
The Demon dreaming his thoughts weaving and steaming.
An amalgam of spirits set in dynamic azimuths and interlocking time.
The spectrum of colors that come to mind when hearing their music is
the orange and green of spring ,the red of blood and lust,the white
of truth.
The sound and glory of World War 2 bombers diving towards the ground
piloted by caped lycanthropes..
Vandals, scandals and candles.
The unique dedication and honor of a dog smiling ,captured with the
lively bounce of song..
Pagans freewheeling across the lands with abandon.
Far away lands to explore . .Dragons .. Lightning captured in a
bottle.
Furious and glorious...
Balance.
Copyright ©
Captcrunge
... [
2012-03-08 11:44:27]
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