As with the Rolling Stones, I didn't "grow up with" Led Zeppelin. My big brother loved Simon and Garfunkel, America, Crosby Stills, Nash (and sometimes Young) and all sorts of wonderful sappy stuff. (England Dan & John Ford Coley, anyone?) And any chance I had of discovering Robert Plant & Co. was quashed when my stepaunt Linda left her copy of "Houses of the Holy" at our house on East 13 Mile Road -- with a gatefold cover (and religious title) that completely creeped out little Kenny Walsh.
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
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