Average: 4.7 (227 votes)

August 11, 1979

Stevenage, UK

Knebworth Festival

Setlist:

The Song Remains the Same, Celebration Day, (Out On the Tiles intro) Black Dog, Nobody's Fault But Mine, Over the Hills and Far Away, Misty Mountain Hop, Since I've Been Loving You, No Quarter, Hot Dog, Rain Song, White Summer ~ Black Mountainside, Kashmir, Trampled Underfoot, Sick Again, Achilles Last Stand, Jimmy Page solo, In The Evening, Stairway to Heaven, Rock and Roll, Whole Lotta Love, Communication Breakdown.

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Knebworth 11 August

I remember (most of it) as if it were yesterday: the overwhelming excitement at the announcement that Zep were to play Knebworth, something my parents didn't share. I just had to get a ticket!!
I was seventeen and Zep had changed my whole perception of music for the last three years and was just too young to go to Earl's Court. Dilligently following the extensive US '77 tour in the press, this was now my big chance.

Another Zephead and fellow college student Marc decided to accompany me and we set off hitch-hiking from Exeter two days before. We slept rough in a barn near Basingstoke and woke up surrounded by cows doing their morning ablutions. A few lifts later and a bus ride from Stevenage, we finally arrived at Knebworth the night befer the show.

I remember a breach in gates and a mad rush for the best (damp) seats in the house. It seemed to take ages running in the moonlight before we pitched up about 50/60 metres from the stage and got our heads down. It was wet and not much sleeping went on, but I do distinctly remember the massive cheer at about 11.00am as the sun came out.

The crowd were quite respectful of all the bands, but we were only here for one thing: to see the greatest and most exciting band of all time. The adrenalin shot though my veins as the the band were anounced, which was the time is spotted that my mate was asleep. A couple of well aimed kicks and he was up on his feet .

The concert is well documented, the band were not at their best, but its was still a truly religious experience and something I will treasure for the rest of my life. 30 years on I still remember it like it was yesterday, whilst many other memories fade.

However, one question for my pal Marc Oboussier - How the hell did we get home!!!