I was there in my granddad vest and Dunlop Green Flash plimsoles, cool or what. I sat right at the front with my feet resting on the stage, Jimmy Page standing in front of me playing his nuts off and sweating profusely. How excited was I as his sweat dropped from his head onto my Dunlops! This was a Monday night, as were most Cooks Ferry gigs at the time, and the noise created was unbelieveable, my ears didn't stop ringing until Thursday morning. I remember when coming home from the gig and the only thing going through my head, (above the ringing!) was Communication Breakdown..dadadadadadadada daaaadada. Blinding and only 16.
very fond memories indeed.