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The definitive final word on the world's greatest rock band, Led Zeppelin.
Over ten years after WHEN GIANTS WALKED THE EARTH, Mick's seminal biography of the band, comes this major and extensively researched revision, which will provide an unflinching look at life inside one of the biggest-selling rock bands of all time, and present the definitive, final word on Led Zeppelin.
They were 'the last great band of the sixties; the first great band of the seventies'; they rose, somewhat unpromisingly, from the ashes of the Yardbirds to become one of the biggest-selling rock bands of all time. Mick Wall, respected rock writer and former confidant of both Page and Plant, unflinchingly tells the story of the band that wrote the rulebook for on-the-road excess - and eventually paid the price for it, with disaster, drug addiction and death.
WHEN GIANTS WALKED THE EARTH reveals for the first time the true extent of band leader Jimmy Page's longstanding interest in the occult, and goes behind the scenes to expose the truth behind their much-hyped yet spectacularly contrived comeback at London's O2 arena in 2007, and how Jimmy Page plans to bring the band back permanently - if only his former protégé, now part-time nemesis, Robert Plant will allow him to. Wall also recounts, in a series of flashbacks, the life stories of the five individuals that made the dream of Led Zeppelin into an even more incredible and hard-to-swallow reality: Page, Plant, John Paul Jones, John Bonham, and their infamous manager, Peter Grant.
609 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 30, 2008
You are Mick Wall, and boy, do you have a story to tell! Nothing less than the fable of Led Zeppelin, arguably the greatest rock band ever and, unarguably, the biggest band in the world throughout the 1970s. It’s not a tale as popularly told as that of the Beatles or the Stones, outside of the gossipy tabloid focus of Stephen Davis’ Hammer of the Gods. What sets you apart from that dreck is that you can bring to the table an in-depth knowledge of the band’s music. You are Mick Wall and you have a story to tell. The question is, can you get out of the way of the story long enough not to screw it up?
When you think about it, you realise that the Zeppelin saga almost tells itself, with so many tales both whispered and shouted over the years of the drugs, the groupies, the mud shark, the Satanism. All you really have to do is competently address the facts. But you’ve got a better idea! Instead of the same old tired codswallop, why not try something daring? Make the reader the members of the band! Each section will begin with “You are Jimmy Page”, “You are Robert Plant”, et al. These sections will all be written in the second-person present and they will last much longer than anyone could possibly want!
Hey, look at that “codswallop” sitting up there! That gives you another brilliant idea. Why not make these second-person sections as densely provincial as possible? Despite the fact that, by your own assertion, Led Zeppelin is one of the few British bands to be “made in America”, where they experienced their first big success, you have an idea to try your hardest to alienate anyone outside the United Kingdom with such a cartoonish overindulgence in Limey slang that the band members come off less like the golden rock gods of the 1970s and more like Pinky and the Brain. Whoops! You almost forgot references to people, places and events that will be almost impenetrable to American readers! There! Mission accomplished!
You have now come to the toughest topic to cover in this book; that whole “Satanism” bugaboo. You have an idea. You’ll simply write “Aleister Crowley was a goofy occultist from the early 20th century, and Jimmy Page sure liked Aleister Crowley.” Done and done! But… there’s all that research you did! And you know for a fact that people read Beatles biographies to learn more about the Maharishi. Therefore, you include a whole chapter about Aleister Crowley. Who would skip over that?
You are Mick Wall and you have finished your book. It’s printed and you’re holding a copy in your hands. You have never been so proud! This is one of your life’s defining moments! And then that moment is ruined when you open the cover. How is it possible? Where did all these errors come from? You state that Led Zeppelin’s fourth album is second only to The Eagles Greatest Hits in sales. How could you have forgotten about that American bloke? What was his name? Tito Jackson? Geranium Jackson? You can’t remember the album’s name, but you know it has something to do with zombies. Your mention of the “Atlanta Braves football stadium” so bungles two sports that the ridiculous statement has an almost Zen-like effect on American readers, who quickly fall into a trance when contemplating it.
Then there’s the creme de la creme of oh, so many errors. You claim that moderately-successful ‘60s TV/pop star Bobby Sherman created the Monkees (!) Not a single bit of that is true! You are gobsmacked! Are you really that dumb? No… no, of course not! You are Mick Wall! You’re Jack the Lad! Bollocks! Quid! Snog!
You are Mick Wall and you have managed what some thought was impossible; you have written a crappy book about Led Zeppelin.
You are Peter Grant. It is the summer of 1968, you are thirty-three and sick and tired of earning money for other fucking people. In the days when you'd worked for Don Arden, it hadn't mattered. Don could be a right c*nt to work for, always on your case, giving you a hard time, always taking the piss, but at least you'd been paid regular and in cash.