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April 3, 1977

Oklahoma City, OK US

The Myriad


The Song Remains The Same, (The Rover intro) Sick Again, Nobody's Fault But Mine, In My Time of Dying, Since I've Been Loving You, No Quarter, Ten Years Gone, Battle of Evermore, Going to California, Black Country Woman, Bron-Y-Aur Stomp, White Summer ~ Black Mountainside, Kashmir, (Out On the Tiles intro) Moby Dick, Jimmy Page solo, Achilles Last Stand, Stairway to Heaven, Rock and Roll, Trampled Underfoot.

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1977: A Concert Wish That Came True

I had been a Led Zeppelin fan since October, 1969. The ultimate event for me was when I finally got to see them in concert at the Myriad (Now the Cox Convention Center). Before the concert was a reality, I was always harassed and treated with disrespect as a Zeppelin fan (nothing new). Although my parents weren't in agreement with my choice of music, they came through in helping me get tickets. I think they remembered my disappointment when I didn't get to see them on Friday, May 4, 1973 when my dad was stationed at Robbins Air Force Base (about 100 miles form Atlanta). We moved to OKC when he retired in June, 1974.

In 1977, I was away at school (Oklahoma School for the Blind - Muskogee, OK). My parents informed me that there were problems in the ticket line as my mother got the tickets while my dad was working at an insurance company. She said a policeman hit a guy with a club because he was causing problems. I was so excited when I came home for the weekend on Friday, March 1st for the concert to begin originally on Sunday, March 3rd only to hear on the radio that Robert Plant was ill and the concert was cancelled. Of course the concert was rescheduled for Sunday, April 3rd. My delima was who was going to actually take me to the concert since I obviously can't drive? The atypical escort was my dad since no one else would take me no matter how I tried to get an escort. I thought he would give me a hard time but he didn't - he actually respected me (though I knew it was merely saving face on his part). The concert was phenomenal! Dad would describe the lighting to me - the colors - the precision of its use with each song, what they wore - though he said it was vague becaue we were sitting somewhere near the upper, back rows. That didn't matter because I felt I was sitting front and center because of the experience. The most memorable tunes to me were "The Song Remains The Same," "Kashmir," "No Quarter" and "Dazed And Confused." (I'm sure that wasn't the correct set order but, no matter.)
Of course there was the contact high from the smoke, but being there was all that mattered - I met my goal to see them in concert.

The next day I heard my mother talking to one of my relatives on the phone. "I hope she faces reality, now that she went to the concert." She assumed that if I saw them in concert that I would no longer be a fan. My dad drove me to the bus station to go back to school in Muskogee (my senior year). He said he was glad I saw them in concert, but if he had known about the smoke he wouldn't have taken me at all. Even though this was typical parental commentary, that didn't alter my happiness of having seen them.

When I was in English class later in the week, Wednesdays were set aside as "Current Events" for the first part of the class. That Wednesday was no exception. Naturally I reported going to the concert. I was asked if I had an excused absence from school. I answered, "No." (That was a technical response but not the truth to me.) I didnt' care what anyone thought about it. That was their problem.

Years later, after reading books with assistive technology, hearing radio programs and watching TV programs, that, critically, the 1977 tour had it's problems and that Led Zeppelin wasn't as good in concert as they were previously. Now that I have "How The West Was Won" DVD and the companion live CD, set I can see that now. Still, as a diehard fan, Ithat doesn't matter either. I'll have fond memories of that concert experience.