LED ZEPPELIN: A PSYCHOBIOGRAPH

I could begin this psychobiograph by letting you in on the incredibly orgasmic Yardbirdsfeaturing-Jimmy Page-gig I caught at the Grande in Detroit in the late 60's, but the truth is, my brother only got me in on fake I.D. once, and I think it was for Cream. That's right, strike me dead—I'm not quite sure. I was so stunned to get past the door that the experience is stored in my brain as a cacophony of lights, music, "hip cats," and hoping my mother wouldn't find out. I did own Little Games and Live Yardbirds With Jimmy Page, until they melted in the back window of my brother's Volkswagen.