LED ZEPPELIN: COUCHED WITH INDIFFERENCE

This is supposed to be a “critical analysis” of Led Zeppelin. We at CREEM suddenly found ourselves close to deadline and stuck with a blocked writer. So we took our critic to an analyst, and got the story.

The Doc: Lie down, young woman. You look exhausted.

The Crit: Robert Plant is who I look like —bags under my eyes bigger than backpacks and hair like a drying brush at a car wash. I’ve got to write something critical and analytical about Led Zeppelin for a deadline that was yesterday and I’m not doing anything more, so far, than putting on “No Quarter” and staring into space.

The Doc: Are you subconsciously looking for a failure by taking an assignment on a group of which you are neither an expert nor a big fan?