Average: 4.8 (146 votes)

May 25, 1977

Landover, MD US

Capital Centre


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, Whole Lotta Love ~ Rock and Roll.

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May 25 1977 concert I attended

I was 13. I carelessly bought an 'extra' ticket from my school mate days after tickets went on sale. It was careless in that I had no way of getting to the show 30 miles away from where i lived as my schoolmates had no extra room in their car. I was very obsessed with Zep, so I was going to get to the show come hell or high water. . . . .

I first heard Zeppelin on the radio in 69 when they played Whole Lotta Love. I was 6. My mum pushed the music thing. She sang opera in her early days and dad cello. I played everything I touched. Violin, piano, silverware, spoons, I tapped, plucked and hammered out tunes that I heard on the radio. I was born with an ear you see.. Learned my first Zeppelin tune on guitar at 11 with, "Custard Pie," a title that I later learned was a synonym for pussy. Something I would find out about not 2 years later! But that's another essay altogether! Suffice to say, I was a Zeppelin fanatic at an extremely early age.

So, desperate to see the band when they rolled in on May 25 1977, I got some cardboard and feverishly wrote "LARGO, MD" on it. I stepped out my back door, walked to the nearest parkway (not 30 klics from my home) and I started thumbin' for a ride. My mum was at work, she refused to take me so I had to do something. Dad wanted no part.. So I get out there around 6:00PM, hold up the sign, and my thumb, and hope for the best.

Not 15 minutes into it, a car pulls over.. I run up, come to find it's more school mates going to the show! They collected me and off we went to my first concert by myself. I felt like Fate was bringing everything together... Now, I'd seen Glen Campbell when I was 7, and John Denver @ 11 with the family, but this was totally my initiative, my money, my choice, and my careless planning. I'd never felt so alive and yet so desperately stupid at the same moment. I was beside myself that i was actually going to do it!! I was going to see JP, RP, JPJ, and JB LIVE in person!!!

We roll up to the Capital Centre in LANDOVER, not LARGO (but the exit off the belt said LARGO...), and not a moment out of the car, some hippie is trying to sell me something he called, "syd." Damn thing looked like cold medicine. I felt unfettered and alive, so I said sure how much? so for $3.00 USD I obtained and downed this little pink pill, gave the dude at the door my ticket, and proceeded into the arena.

I get to my seat high up in the nosebleeds on Jimmy's side and plop down. My seat was up there, but kinda in line with the very front of the stage. Bonham was obscured slightly by the suspended mains, and some of the stage by some cabling, but it didn't matter how shitty the seats were, I was there, man, I was gonna see Led Zeppelin in person. The place was the biggest thing i'd ever seen, and soon it got very cloudy in there.

Apparently there were alot of people lighting up more than plain tobacco. I'm sure I obtained a contact high way before the cold medicine kicked in, and before the people next to me passed the bowl of hash and the dude to the left of me passed the joint. Suffice to say I was attempting to fly my way through the event - and somehow get back home. This was my Ferris Bueller moment!! My sinuses were tingling, probably from the cold medicine called, "syd."

Band hits the stage, no announcements, a little late getting there - something like 9:25. LOUD AS SHIT!!! The suspended mains were practially right in my face, like 75 feet away. I was blown away by the volume. So loud I could barely recieve the musical information. I felt alot of thumping. Jonesey's bass and that unmuffled Ludwig 24" kick no doubt. My ears adjusted and it was on with the show.

Jimmy wore the white dragon leg pant suit, Percy - the brown leather tie-up top with blue jeans, Bonham had on I think one of those wife beater undershirts, and Jonesy, I forget. Jimmy and Robert were struttin their stuff real well, til Jimmy almost tripped over his Wah pedal - til he corrected his footing like he'd planned it that way..

The #1 highlight for me was Ten Years Gone with Jonesy on the triple necked acoustic guitar, and Jimmy with the Telecaster with the G bender. Then the acoustic set, with Bonham singing and beating that Tambourine. A real treat.

It was so loud from my vantage that I couldn't really hear the mistakes Jimmy was apparently making, as my friends would inform me of the next day. I didn't care about mistakes. And when Bonham rolled out to the front of the stage for Moby Dick, I finally got to see him in all his glory... The tympani part of the solo - with the synthesizer hooked in - sounded really bad, I enjoy drum solos but man, what WAS that thing??? Seeing Bonzo was my #3 highlight... I was expecting to see Amber Vistalite drums, but these Chrome Ludwigs sounded just fine!!

It was a dream come true getting to see the band play. They had another 3 nights at the Capital Centre (yes, well documented), but those nights I missed were the longest nights of my life - not getting to go... Luckily there are some wonderful Bootlegs of those.

After the event, I wondered how in the world i'd meet back up with my ride, as we were sitting in very different places in the arena. But not 5 minutes outside the venue after the show had let out, there they were - waiting for me. Call it fate, call it what you will, but I knew that I was meant to be there that night. 45 minutes later I found myself coming down off of, "syd", a contact high, a few hits from a joint, and a mild hashish buzz - safely at home with my ears ringing, my sinuses tingling, and my mind reeling from the entire experience.

My friends all said I tripped at the concert when I told them about the pink pill. I told them, "Nope, I didn't fall down once!"

Alan Eek