Average: 4.6 (76 votes)

April 12, 1977

Bloomington, MN US

Met Center


Setlists during this tour include: 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.


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Press Review: The Zep was a test for the ears and they'll be at here tonight

WARNING: Mad Dogs may be hazardous to your health… Mad Dogs? Well, wasn't Led Zeppelin's original name? After "The New Yardbirds" and before Jimmy Page settled on Led Zep? I dunno.

After Tuesday night at the Metropolitan Sports Center, my ear drums are so fractured I may avoid music for the rest of the week.

LED ZEPPELIN IS one of the most celebrated bands in the world. And the  Zep, like it always does, sold out the Met Tuesday night. But what is surprising is the same band will do the same thing tonight at the Civic Center here in St. Paul.

That is, if the Zep ever finished sometime this morning. Because of lightning, thunder and fear of flying, the band didn't arrive in the Twin Cities Tuesday until a half hour after the 8 o'clock' scheduled concert time.

And it didn't hit the stage until 9:11. Sometime nearing midnight I crashed — dazed by three hours of crunching Jimmy Page guitar, soaring Robert Plant vocals, buzzing John Paul Jones' bass and keyboard work and bruising, crashing and thrashing on the drums by John Bonham.

Zep did a job on me — but then again, I expected it. Listening to Zep for an hour on the phonograph is enough to create ear buzz for a week. Which is too bad because Led Zeppelin is a group of superior talent.

"SKINNY JIMMY" Page is probably one of the best three guitarists ever to attempt rock 'n roll. The former poet from Heston in Middlesex, England, has a range exceeded by none and the clarity of wind chimes when he wants to play it that way.

Jones, a former Rolling Stones' session man, is a wonder of a keyboard player and Bonham, like Plant, emerged from Band of Joy to pound away with some of the best.

Plant, himself, has the most distinctive voice in metallic music, a piercing, diving, anvil which thunders from under his delicately-curled reddish locks. It was nice to see him healthy again after a lengthy recovery from a near-fatal car crash in Greece two years ago.

BUT EVEN THOUGH Zep had a beautiful sound system Tuesday, the guttural roar from Page's shrieking guitar was enough to craze even the best of us.

Except the middle segment of the concert, which was an acoustic joy.

The Zep put away the hammers, the pliers, the saws and unveiled the quartet sitting four in a row, acoustics in hand, doing three songs including "Black Country Woman" and "California." At least I think those are the titles — I was a bit deaf by then and am unfamiliar with a couple of their albums but I think it's a mood first captured in "Houses of the

Page showered us with his versatility during the trio of songs, Jones did also and Plant actually revealed a brush of a voice rather than a sledgehammer.

SOMEWHERE IN THE wee hours, I expect they got into the "Stairway to Heaven" and "Whole Lotta Love" stuff — the music which earned them a place in the Rock Hail of Fame. Me, I fazed out with "Mag Dogs."

And Bonham's madness of a solo that did criminal work, abrasive damage, to my eardrums.

So if you're headed up to the Civic tonight, beware and don't get too close. And yes, thanks Bob - by Plant for wishing our Kicks  well this season and we'll give Mike Bailey your best.

And Jimmy Page, can you see if you can find James Patrick Page the poet sometime soon? The guy who used to play lead for the Yardbirds? The best session guitarist in England? I loved him madly, as the Duke might have said. By CHARLEY HALLMAN, Staff Writer, St. Paul Dispatch, April 1977.

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One night a long time ago

I was 15 that night, some 30 years ago, and some how I had talked my parents into letting me go to see Led Zeppelin with my best friends Steve and Doug. I think the fact that tickets had gone on sale on my birthday the month before had helped. It was my first rock concert. I had no idea what to expect. I was so excited that day that I could barely stay on the ground. Steve was late picking up Doug and I, he was out scoring a lid for the concert. It rained, poured, as we drove the 30 minutes from suburban Lake Minnetonka to the Met Center. Accidents all over the place, as stoned Zepplin freaks played bumper cars with each other on the interstate. Finally, we arrived. We went to the special door for those who held main floor seats. We had row 15, dead center. We went through about 8 levels of security, with each ripping another piece of the ticket. Today all that remains of that ticket is a little stub, with my hand written "Led Zeppelin" on the back.

It did not matter much that we were late getting to the arena, the band was far later. Seems the weather that had made our approach by car slow had delayed the bands flight from Chicago. I believe it was around 9 PM when some guy annouced that their plane had landed and that they were on their way. Thankfully the airport was just across the highway. I have no idea what time it was when the lights went out and the crowd roared to life, maybe close to 10 PM. I instantly recognized Page's tuning for Song Remains and while I smoked pot for the first time that night, I was floating on a high from being so close to my heroes. My bedroom walls consisted at that time of those giant posters, huge concert shots of the band. Between posters were hundreds of pictures cut out of Creem, Hit Parader, Rolling Stone and various other magazines. My room was a shrine to Led Zeppelin. The lights burst on there they were. Page looked so cool as he played the opening notes on the double neck. I borrowed a camera from some one sitting next to me and went up the isle to the front row and leaned against the barricade. Jimmy came over and did one of those "bend forward with the guitar while bending backwards" moves. I don't think now that he could see me, but at the time, I thought that I had a shared moment with Jimmy.

I can not comment on the quality of the performance, the sound quality or any such standards of a review, as to my memory everything was perfect. I had nothing to judge the show by, having only seen shows with my parents that consisted of performers like Liza, Frank and John Denver. How can you compare seeing Led Zeppelin when you are 15 to having seen Frank Sinatra? I remember little details, the incredible pyramid of laser light that surrounded Jimmy during his solo. The lasers when they were shined up on the ceiling made patterns of dolphins and other such things. I remember that during Kashmir Plant did some Karate moves. And for some reason, people back in the mid to late 70's brought fireworks to concerts. I did not understand then what the hell they were thinking and I do not now. I believe that Robert made some comment about the show being much better if people would stop throwing the fireworks around. There was huge applause.

I can not believe that some thirty years have passed since that night. I stopped listening to Led Zeppelin in about 1980. I gave all of my memorabilia away to some one in my dorm. I considered them dinosaurs, compared to the new wave and punk music I was listening to. It would be another ten years or so before I started listening to them again. I still listen.