Average: 4.8 (38 votes)

June 13, 1972

Philadelphia, PA US



includes: Immigrant Song, Heartbreaker, Black Dog, Bring It On Home, Since I've Been Loving You, Stairway to Heaven, Going to California, That's the Way, Bron-Y-Aur Stomp, Dazed and Confused, What Is and What Should Never Be, Moby Dick, Whole Lotta Love (medley).


Approx. 7 minutes of 8mm footage exists.

Press Review: Led Zeppelin’s Music Needs the Spectrum

A lot of people complain about the Spectrum as a place to hear rock music. Much better, they say would be an intimate place where the sound could come through bell-like, unsullied by reverberation off 17,000 people and massive concrete walls.

The Led Zeppelin concert last night at the big hall, however, pointed up what a fallacy the anti-Spectrum reasoning is, for some groups at least. The histrionics of the band members, the awesome pretension of their loudness and stage antics, made it clear that several elements go into “superstar” concerts.

First, of course, is the music. To fill a hall the size of the Spectrum (which last night held 16, 847 persons), huge amplification systems are needed. Every little instrument, even the hi-hat on the drum kit, must have a microphone place next to it.

What happens then is that a little sound, such as a tambourine being shaken, becomes a mighty apocalyptic noise, louder than if the sky were to fall. Everything, in other words, gets bigger and louder and seemingly more important.

Then, the ambience of the hall and the people in it is important. With about 17,000 people on hand, rock-festival-like hassles are inevitable. That sense of hearing the concert, “in spite of” the surroundings make everything seem that much more delicious.

And the huge throng, which carpets the mammoth hall, makes demands on the musicians for showmanship and song selection that no one could possibly fulfill.

With everything magnified so much – the sound by amplification, personal gestures by the necessity to telegraph meaning to an enormous room, audience reaction and demands by the sheer number of people in the hall – it’s no wonder that rock stars have to live lives of overblown profligacy off stage.

Only the sanest and most secure – like George Harrison – can keep things at a human level within their aura, and let them blow up to unreal proportions once beyond the stage lip.

Led Zeppelin is led by Jimmy Page on guitar…. Page is lightning fast and slick as a whistle. And he’s inventive too. His interest in the capacity of his instrument was demonstrated last night when he used a violin bow to work an organ-toned sound out of the guitar.

Page’s guitar sound is perfectly matched strangely by vocalist Robert Plant. Sexier on stage than even Mick Jagger, Plant pointed up the complement of his voice and Page’s guitar by trading off licks with Page – who would play three notes on his guitar and Plant would sing them back.

Making up the rest of the group are John Paul Jones on bass and organ and John Bonham on drums. Jones plays a melodic bass, a necessity with an under-instrumented band. Bonham brought down the house with a 20-minute solo that got him so worked up he abandoned the sticks and started beating the drums with his bare hands.

Zeppelin played for two-and-a-half hours last night, a rarity. But the overall impression was that they sailed flashily and mightily, but failed somehow to engage, working below the level when the brain gears in. (Bulletin – W. Mandel, June 1972)

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you could hear a pin drop

We had terrible seats for this concert and wandered around the Spectrum. Eventually I sat on the balcony, legs through the bars, feet dangling literally over the stage (yes, security was very lax).
LZ IV had been released just a few months prior, and Stairway to Heaven was an unknown entity... until this concert.
Nobody had ever seen a double-necked guitar, and certainly no one had ever heard a song like Stairway before -- a madrigal journey leading to an epic crescendo.
The band delivered the angst and the ecstasy and at the end of the song...
Quiet. You could hear a pin drop. All along the balcony, swooping the curve of the hall, people sat, slack-jawed. They had never heard anything like this before.
Jimmy and Robert exchanged looks. Jimmy shrugged.
From the back of the hall, somebody came to the present moment, and clapped. The Spectrum erupted. We had experienced genius and the Muse and cheered.
Later that summer, I was gravely ill w/ a 105 degree fever. My mortality was pressing on me, and the radio was my tether to this world. At the crisis point, Stairway to Heaven came on, and I was back at the Spectrum at this magic moment. I resolved that there was much more music and happiness to come in my life... and by the end of the song, my fever had broken.
I did thank the DJ... but always wanted to thank Led Zeppelin for the healing power of their music.