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Chicago Stadium - April 10, 1977

  • 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, Trampled Underfoot, 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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April 10, 1977
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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, Trampled Underfoot, White Summer ~ Black Mountainside, Kashmir, (Out On the Tiles intro) Moby Dick, Jimmy Page solo, Achilles Last Stand, Stairway to Heaven, Rock and Roll.


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, Trampled Underfoot, White Summer ~ Black Mountainside, Kashmir, (Out On the Tiles intro) Moby Dick, Jimmy Page solo, Achilles Last Stand, Stairway to Heaven, Rock and Roll.


Mistymeanor's picture

I was fortunate enough to see them January 20, 1975 Chicago Stadium (my sweet 16) and again on April 10, 1977 at the same venue. They did play part of Dazed and Confused at the '77 show. I have photos of Jimmy using the bow while standing in a green laser light pyramid that danced around him. For each chord Jimmy smacked the strings and then pointed the bow to each direction, north, south, east, and west, one by one, freezing for a moment before turning to the next direction, pointing it up and out like a shredded sword. We all went absolutely berserk!

I bought a t-shirt in the lobby and it is a white short sleeved with a black Swan Song logo on it, a reverse of the common black one in the '1977 Tour Shirts' memorabilia list. I still have that t-shirt, the brown '75 t-shirt, and both ticket stubs.

I love them. Waiting for THE tour. Please and thank you.

dan bronson's picture

This was the 2nd show I was at, the first one ended when Jimmy couldnt get back on stage from food posioning (looked hammered to me) It was an awesome, awesome show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Argenteum Astrum's picture

Possibly the best night from four Chicago-based shows. The playing is hot here and seems that the band had leaved most of the problems that plagued them on all the previous night behind. Plant said near the beginning of the show about what happened to Pagey last night: "Jimmy was feeling ill last night, but it was only a false pregnancy, so that's alright ... Mr Page neither smokes, drinks, takes women or does anything like that so we want an apology tomorrow and a crate of alcohol!" said Robert according to the some local radio report last night. The beginning is blistering and In My Time Of Dying is very powerful and rather bombastic. No Quarter is another fine version but as always on this tour, Ten Years Gone is full om mistakes due to the fact that song was not too much rehearsed before the tour. Kashmir shines and is brutal and Achilles Last Stand forced the audience as well. This is the show where Page is captured wearing (in)famous storm tropper outfit.

Carl Batzel's picture

This was my first concert. Already a huge Zeppelin fan, this was the first time to see my heroes live. The anticipation for this show was high, and when Jimmy came out with the storm trooper outfit to the strains of The Song Remains The Same I was totally blown away! The rest of the night went by so fast, with the mighty Zeppelin doing everything that I imagined, the bow solo, the drum solo even a JPJ keyboard solo in No Quarter! This is when Zeppelin played for hours and when they played they played with all their heart. After the show we partied all night reliving every minute of the show. That was when giants walked the Earth!!!

Joe Schmidt's picture

This is the last in a 4-part retrospective series of Led Zeppelin shows I witnessed in April 1977.
 The final night of Zeppelin's stay in Chicago lands on Easter Sunday, 4/10/77. As a good Catholic boy I attend mass Sunday morning. I had witnessed Jimmy Page fall ill just hours before , which led to the cancellation of Zeppelin's Saturday concert.. What a dichotomy!  I spend my prayer time wondering if Jimmy will make it for tonight's show. The extra Hail Mary's pay off as the news is Jimmy's fit and ready to play.
 Saving the best for last, my seats this evening are Box seats 1st row, even with 18th row Main Floor. Because of our seats, a friend of ours lent us his 8mm film camera. The footage that exists of that night was shot by us. As we go to our seats I revel in our good fortune to be so close. The only drawback is that there are a couple disco boys next to us who seem ill-at-ease.
  The show begins promptly by Zeppelin standards. The weather has warmed up and so has the playing. It's evident the minute it goes dark and a mixture of euphoria and flashbulbs engulf the Chicago Stadium. The initial spotlight pinpoints Robert, but astride him is Page in a dark outfit. One note introduces The Song Remains The Same and a blast of light and sound jolt you with every chord accent. My God Almighty! Jimmy Page is dressed in Nazi regalia. Jack boots up to his knees, peaked cap ,black shirt and pants, white scarf, sunglasses and a smoke. Too Fucking much! Happy Easter Jimmy! On top of that he was playing like a demon. All the breaks are executed with conviction. The Rover is spot on leading into Sick Again. Bonzo hammers it out against Page's slurred and bluesy overbends.
  Robert mentions Saturday's fiasco stating " Jimmy was rather ill last night. It was only a false pregnancy." Nobody's Fault But Mine features a fine harmonica solo by Plant which is similar to the Presence version. I'm very close to Jimmy and with the apparel he's wearing tonight his guitar does resemble a machine gun. Especially during his rapid-fire and galvanizing solo. As I observe Jimmy's physique, I notice his arms are bone- thin. Against his black outfit he appeared ghoulishly pale.
  In My Time Of Dying is added back to the set tonight and it really kicks ass! I see Jimmy dig into his pants pocket to retrieve his slide and is brought out his Danelectro. Robert treats us to some Chicago blues history before the song's start. Zeppelin really gel on this one tonight. Jones and Bonham work like a machine, providing the muscle. Robert and Jimmy flying high outfront!
  Robert lauds Willie Dixon to the fan's puzzlement. Most not knowing who the hell he is. Page plays a mesmerizing version of Since I've Been Loving You in honor of his blues forefathers. Sheets of notes blend with sustained cries. Yes Sir!
  Dry ice billows from the front of the stage as Jonesy does his thing to initiate No Quarter. Wah-Wah and kick drum, Page and Bonham put the pedal to the metal. Robert is spartan in his phrasing and clear, singing powerfully. As JPJ switches to the piano, Page unleashes an enormous tidal wave of sound from his theramin! Jonesy plays a refined and tasty sounding solo, which leads into a rock and roll 50's boogie with Jimmy and Bonzo. Pagey has reappeared from the shadows donning a white fedora. One minute he's in the SS, the next in the Mafia. The guy understands theater.The main improv begins and there's a languid soulfullness to the feel of it, until Jimmy charges it up with some fast and flash playing which leads to Page breaking his high E strung. Jimmy throws up both hands in disgust, taking a second to regroup and proceded to play a totally different solo. Great playing Jimmy! A series of viscious wah wah licks conclude the song.
  Robert speaks of light and shade in describing the reasons for including Ten Years Gone in their current set list. Plant praises JPJ's versatility in playing guitar and bass foot pedals simultaneously. Page's shimmering notes cut across everything. He is really making amends for last night. Sweeping and beautiful in it's construction and presentation. A Supreme highlight.
  As the band head to the front for the acoustic routine, Robert derides the local rock radio station for accusing Page of being too wasted to play on Saturday. Covering for Jimmy he states, " Jimmy doesn't drink, smoke or take women while on tour. So an apology would be nice with a crate of the same alcohol!' Battle of Evermore is played splendily with dynamism. Going To California provides a soothing and calming effect. And it sounds great too! The acoustic set really emphasizes Robert's abilities.
  Robert keeps hinting at Elvis Presley's Surrender. Not tonight. Black Country Woman revs up the crowd and Robert puts on a  railroad engineer's cap that a fan has thrown on stage.  Page leads the band into his acoustic tour-de-force Bron-Yr-Aur Stomp.  With fingers flying and thumb-pick rolling Page plays a gem of a solo. Robert shouts " Strider! " to wrap it up.
  Without introduction JPJ plunks out the opening clavinet lick of Trampled Under Foot. It had been played opening night as an encore. But tonight, it's very effective after the subtler acoustic segment. This song is rip-roaring rock and roll. I love it as Page marches around in lockstep with Bonzo's drum madness! Multi-colored light beams spinning upward from a rotating device behind Jonesy. The middle section features Jimmy in guitar god mode. Sound, structure and intensity meld as one. The peak is attained as Page and Plant perform their Push! Push! climax. This is my personal highlight of the concert.
  The exotic White Summer changes the mood entirely. Hunched over his wooden chair, Jimmy seduces clean and resonant melodies from his black and white Danelectro. I now knew Kashmir was next. Page played his cue and turned back at Bonham. Right as Kashmir began Jimmy stood up and kicked his chair back with the heal of his boot. Kashmir sounded so immense and was pure magic, played without error.
  Robert comments about how good it's sounding tonight and contributes it to " the hats we've been wearing!" Over the Top has Robert referring to Bonham  as " The man I call my Brother." John Bonham never failed to deliver the goods and the same could be said tonight. He tore into it with passion and fury, never losing the crowd. What a gifted musician.
   After the drum solo Page reappears in his white satin poppy suit. To the cleaners with the SS gear!  Jimmy's harmonized sound experiments and theramin swoops lead into a edgy and creepy violin bow spectacle. Being so close to Page in his swirling laser pyramid gave you a palpable chill. He had shredded the horsehair off his bow. The image of Page dredging up otherworldly shrieks while Bonzo pummeled his tympani is unforgettable. To myself I had privately hoped they would launch into Dazed and Confused. But as the set had already been established it was again Achilles Last Stand. It sounded tighter and more assured this evening. Nice improvement.
  Stairway To Heaven finishes the main set. It is given a heartfelt rendering and is enjoyed thoroughly by the crowd. Page's Spanish guitar influence is apparent in his solo. Bonzo and Jonesy keep driving it mantra -like. Robert leads the song to it's conclusion. The band members walk out front and acknowledge the crowd before going backstage. The wait for their return was long. I could tell the crowd was getting a little restless and some were leaving.
  Now becoming routine, the encore was again Rock and Roll. Explosions and light flashes were strategically employed. The  sound of this version is loud and nasty. A fitting conclusion. One last blast of  drum rolls from Bonzo , a final crashing guitar chord and that was it . All over. As they left the stage that night it would be my final glimpse at Led Zeppelin.
  I gratefully thank Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, John Paul Jones and John Bonham for enhancing my life and so many others in this world. God Bless You.

Mark Rucker's picture

Tell me more. I only know Kazmir.

Thomas Condon's picture

This was my first concert...I was 14 years old, and loved Zeppelin...hitched a ride to the show with my friends and couldn't believe what I changed me forever...I didn't realize how important that show was...nobody thought they wouldn't be back again. 30 years later I can still see Jimmy Page in that stormtrooper outfit, jamming his ass it was yesterday. Thanks for the music and thanks for keeping me young...please come to Chicago again!

Mark 's picture

It was Easter Sunday, April 10, 1977.
The news over the radio was that Jimmy page walked off the stage the night before due to the flu (as I remember it.) and there was a possibility that the show for that night may indeed be cancelled. We weren’t taking any chances though.
We arrived a little late at the stadium and as we walked towards the entrance there was no doubt that Zeppelin had taken the stage, and you could hear the distinct sound of Page, Plant, Jones and Bonham, the hard driving rock-n-roll heavy metal signature kick ass and take everyone prisoner antics.
To say this concert was loud is an understatement.
By the time we got to our seats the band was playing Nobody’s fault from their “Presence” album. I was amazed how much sound came from only three played instruments. Plant was belting out the songs and it was incredible thing to watch and realize that these four musicians are something special.
Page commanded the show with his fiery guitar licks and an ability to run and jump while never missing a note.
That was the most phenomenal thing I remember. The absolute precision in which Jimmy Page played that Les Paul. In the air, over his head, behind his back. Totally awesome.
At one point Page played his guitar with a laser beam that swirled around him until the speed in which he played lifted it off of him as a visual effect.
Now if Jimmy Page was sick the night before, he certainly did not show it.
There was a magical energy in the Chicago Stadium that night.
For three hours Zeppelin poured their hearts out and finished the concert with “Stairway to Heaven” and walked off the stage.
It is at that time the spotlights took aim at the mirrored disco ball slowly rotating in the rafters of the stadium. Now this was something I has never experienced before but there came a moment when the disco ball stopped rotating and the Stadium began to move. I remember feeling that I had just participated in one of the most memorable moments in the history of my life.
Zeppelin encored with Rock n Roll and with that the lights were turned on and the show was over.
That was more than thirty years ago as of this writing and while going through some of my packed away items I came across that ticket stub.
Someday when my grandchildren are sitting on my lap and they ask me what is that you have hanging on the wall there. It’s not even a picture.
I will say I was there with the legends;
Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, John Paul Jones and John Bonham.
I was part of the Greatest Rock N Roll Bands of Heavy Metal.: Led Zeppelin…even if it was only for three hours.


Devin P.'s picture

My first concert, and without a doubt the best concert I ever attended to this day. It was on Easter Sunday.

No warm-up band, and the concert was 3 plus hours long. The old Chicago Stadium didn't have great accoustics, but it was a great show none the less. The best 10 dollars I ever spent!

James's picture

Enjoyed your review of the show. I was there that night. Still have vivid memories of that show over 30 years later. I noticed you said you came in a little late, when they were playing Nobody's Fault. The people my brother and I were sitting next to showed up about three songs into the show. Looking at my ticket stub, were you sitting in ECLBCR, sec B, row B, seats 9 and 10 maybe?

Mark Drobnick's picture

"Led Zeppelin at Stadium"

It was all four original members, during opening nite of a four-concert string of shows, at the hockey rink which pre-dates today's United Center (Chicago).  Jimmy Page played guitars and mandolin; Robert Plant did vocals and harmonica; John Paul Jones, bass and keyboards; and, John Bonham, drums and percussion.

Check out the event photos and plates.  The first portion is thanks to "Little Barry" (pharmacy student from my dorm at west side, medical center).  The remainder consists of publicity stills and background info, obtained from Zep's London, England, home office.  I have both sets attached herein, two different formats.  [Double-click to view, supra].  When did concert happen?  Answer:  April 1977.

Rolling Stone magazine reviewed the rock show in a single page, topped by action photo.  What I recall about that report is, they got it right in their imagery that Zep was a mythological dragon thrashing its heavy metal tail about the venue during the course of the evening.  But, R.S. got it so wrong when they called the bass player and drummer, the "clumsiest rhythm section in all of rock music."

When I listen to Jones and Bonham on Zep tracks today, with considerably more musical knowledge acquired, both theoretical and applied, I am genuinely impressed by how masterful they are.  Those two are as perfect as humans can be, for what the genre dictates.  What more could you ask for?

I was there with a date, nursing student Mary Ellen.  Accompanying us, were a classmate chum of mine from med school, Bob (future anesthesiologist), and his date from Northwestern, where he had studied chemistry, prior.  

Hemp smell pervaded the air --- it was the 70's after all.  The arena was filled to capacity, some seventeen thousand spectators, all enclosed under roof, patently unsettled and raucous.

I remember someone from the balcony tossing off a lit firecracker, down towards the stage late in the show.  It exploded near the musicians, which got everyone's attention.  

The fan did not seem to be a shill --- successful ones never do! --- i.e. a secretly planned part of the show, deceivingly served up as ostensibly unexpected.  In other words, shill serves as illusion, not genuinely what seems to be, but, achieving to augment the emotion of the show in eyes of the beholder.  

More specifically, "claqueur" would be the appropriate noun, when referring exclusively to musical shows, i.e a plant secreted in by adminstrator(s), to further egg on, animate, and manipulate the crowd's mood.  Maybe the reader has insightfully wondered about this phenomenon in connection with magic acts or hypnotists.  How much of what we're seeing is authentic?  

In a related vein, espionage's double agent is another construct who opportunistically symbiotizes upon crowd psychology, again, to engineer a pre-planned, targeted result, and unbeknownst to the rest of the participants.  Very sneaky!  

In any event, Robert Plant, often bombastic and fearless, characteristically, cooly observed and counseled:  "no, no, no, [no more of that] must be the chemicals people are on," as he wagged a reprimanding, but forgiving finger at the offender(s).  Then the band returned to its set, not missing a beat.

Notwithstanding, by an large, there was very little patter with the audience, throughout the evening.  It was one song after the next; very scarce talk between.  Surely this is in marked contrast to some musicians I have attended in concert live:  e.g. Peter Noone ("Herman"), Gordon Lightfoot, or John Prine, come to mind immediately as relatively loquacious.  And, with Zep, my memory is that no one other than Plant vocalized anything into the mic.

The showmen, really, were Jimmy Page and Robert Plant, who diametrically strutted back and forth across stage during the entire course of the evening.  [They exuded] Lots of energy.  The other two were relatively more focused solely upon musical technique.  

John Bonham's appearance was decidedly overweight, I mean round.  But, he had this cool t-shirt on, which I've managed to get a replica of, for myself.  

At first glance, it appears one is wearing a tuxedo.  Only upon closer inspection, can it be discerned that the "tux" is merely an image, painted upon a background of black.  Serves to look rather upper crust, while avoiding being ostentatious.  It's putting on the dog, the dog!; cheap trick, to great effect.

Bonham rendered the Moby Dick solo upon a stage that moved out towards the audience as he drummed on, while the rest of the band exited for a "take five".  When I looked at how big, how massive was the man, I could understand why the percussion on Zep tracks sounds so powerful.  He obviously could lend a lot of mass and force to it.

Coincidentally, this same stadium served as Bonham & co.'s mentor's venue the very next month.  I am referring to his excellency, the king.  Mr. Elvis Presley performed, literally, his Chicago swan song here, before he left, the building, and a few months later, literally, this world.

In point of fact, Bonham's band, same as Beatles several years before, each had made the pilgrimage to Graceland to call upon the king, at court.  Legend has it that Elvis was largely sullen in receiving both groups of musicians, either time.  He never did jam with the Beatles.  And, as to Led Zep, seems any chemistry, rapport, and simpatico, solely chanced with Bonham.  I think the two waxed on about cars.  

Coincidentally, as events turned out, it was precisely Elvis and Bonzo, no one else but these individuals, who were to be in the near, short term, soonest in line to ascend to knock upon the pearly gates.  To declare they were kindred spirits, literally, couldn't be any more pithy.  Brings to mind a musical comment from Billy Joel:  "only the good die young."  

Now, I most definitely do not imply anything perjorative about the survivors; we are here too, after all, reading this.  On the contrary, it is simply to note how curious the two men's unique, mutual affinity for one another was, and to imply that in meditating upon them, both are sorely missed.  For example, Bonham's devastating demise meant Zep's going defunct.

John Paul Jones was dependable throughout the evening, but hardly ever shining in the limelight, except during "No Quarter".  His hair was the most under control, combined with clean shaven, compared to the rest.  Still, it serviceably pushed the envelope, though nothing nearly as conservative as he wears these days.

Jimmy Page made a grand entrance, dressed as zeppelin captain, military hat and dark sunglasses firmly in place, and grinning from ear to ear, lots of pearly whites showing.  [The rest of the costume was] Black t-shirt and suspenders, highlighting vintage jodhpurs he sported, finished off by boots.  Quite showy and charismatic!  Check out the 2nd album cover for idea of his costume.  Couldn't miss this guy in a crowd.  

He was jaunty, festive, and electric, clearly enamored of being there.  His enthusiasm was immediately contagious.  He made several costume changes throughout the evening, including to an irridescent, yellow pant suit, which hypnotically reflected the laser light show, even if the stage floor was beset with fog, during segments.

All these years later, I still remember parts of the set list!  (No notes!)  The very first song was "Song Remains the Same".  The very last --- this was their one encore --- "Rock and Roll".  The adieu (Fr.) éxito (Span.) was kicked off with flash-pot lights and firework geysers at stage front, corners, as Bonzo drummed away the intro, with guitar and bass ensuing.  

(By this point in the show, we had already experienced the surprise fireworks from the balcony.  Nevertheless, "anti-climactic" would be most inapropos in referring to the encore pyrotechnics.)

All transpired over a solid, three hours:  no warm-up group, no interlude break.  There was a change of pace, half way thru, where the four cohorts sat in a semi-circle and performed some acoustic, markedly less electronically-altered tunes, e.g. "Black Country Woman".

Other songs played were:  Kashmir, Stairway to Heaven (with double-necked guitar utilized), Achilles' Last Stand, Nobody's Fault, Whole Lotta Love, and How Many More Times.  (I vividly recall Page rasping violin bow across guitar strings during cued segments of the last arrangement, then "blessing us" with spent bow, shredded cat-gut dangling).  Rounding out what I remember now, were Black Dog, Going to California, The Rain Song, Custard Pie, Trampled Under Foot, Ten Years Gone, The Wanton Song, and In The Light.

Page made his guitar improvisations, masterfully performed throughout the evening.  They were quite appropriate, right on beat and harmony, and a definite departure from segments one heard on the songs' studio versions.  Here was valuable bootleg material, to be sure.   

Plant would stand at a corner of stage front, puffing a cigarette, during his breaks, gazing at the balcony.  I don't know how bad smoke might be for a singer's voice, e.g. Sinatra comes to mind as another "habitué", who seemed, not to let vocation interfere with lifestyle.  

Other renowned singers with that smoker's "image" are Bing Crosby as to his pipe, Dean Martin crooning next to his pal pianist Ken Lane, Sammy Davis Jr., and Nat King Cole.  In spite of the prop publicity, all delivered as exceptional singers, each in his own right.   

But, alcohol most definitely is a problem because it is an astringent.  So, it constricts the otherwise relaxed, vocal cord muscles.  That definitely is bad for anyone who wants to sound their best singing.  However, I am not implying Robert was imbibing anything other than bottled water during the duration of the performance.  Conduct was invariably professional, as to himself, bandmates, and crew.

Well, overall, it was quite the event.  I still recollect the tickets with promoter's name printed thereupon:  "Jerry Weintraub presents, evening with Led Zeppelin."

These were the artists touted as being on a par with their predecessors, the Beatles or Stones.  And, they were!  Quite the talented foursome, they turned out to be:  Page, Plant, Jones, & Bonzo.  

I had already possessed the albums.  Their music was ubiquitously broadcast all over radio, AM and FM.  (It still is!)  

They most certainly lived up to all I had heard about them.  Definitely, it was one of the most memorable concerts I ever attended.

Epilogue:  Mary Ellen got my yellow, Led Zep t-shirt, with their first album cover emblazoned in embossed, black ink, upon its front.  She had asked for it, and I gallantly said, "yes"!  "Oh, the humanity!"

Mary Ellen, I fondly remember as being the first female who had ever pushed me fully clothed, into a swimming pool.  That was on a school trip down to Florida during Easter break.  I never did fathom where her inspiration came from, other than general playfulness!  

Later, I discovered that local girl made good, actress Ann-Margret, had done something similar to Elvis.  That can be found, preserved for posterity, in a motion picture those two made together.

Back to the Zep shirt, I see a similar one, these days, as retro merchandise in Target corp. stores, for about $20.  Exact duplicate.  It could be somewhere on my list of priorities for Fathers' Day ("celebration day") caprices, although admittedly, not first.

Inexorably, as time marches on, so some things change.  Almost doesn't need to be explained.  That was then, and this is now.

by Mark Drobnick © 2014



kurt's picture

The King of concerts that year by far ! thanks Zep

Cipherdom's picture

A pretty good night: April 10, 1977. Note the seat location on this ticket. My niece was celebrating her third birthday, and my mom made my brother and me feel guilty for missing it. Now she's 40 and says we clearly did the right thing. Paid the daughter of a WLS exec $50 each for three tickets, and we actually debated that insane price. Had a fourth friend -- the biggest Zep fan -- who never quite forgave that he didn't go, and I don't blame him. Their last show in Chicago. What would that ticket cost today?

Tina Giuntoli's picture

Got to take my younger sis to her VERY FIRST concert!  I chose Zepp.  How'd I do?  Well, the show was killer, so the boys set the bar VERY high for all the subsequest concerts in her life. She has since been to many concerts, but she still talks about her first one...   =]

Joseph carney's picture

Best concert I ever saw, April 10 1977

Ann McAlpine's picture

The show was indeed an oratory 'Stairway to Heaven'; an honor that I attended many concerts of the greatest bands EVER but no band quite compares to Zepplin. Page will always be the memory of perfection in this heart!

Bruce Baxter's picture

Just wanted to say that was the best night of my life. I was 16 years old. My father had gotten me the tickets and from one of his employees at GTE. I was absolutely obsessed with Led zeppelin. I was so lucky Page was ok to play the best rock concert in history. I worked concert security from 18 to about 30 years of age. I have seen just about every big band from back in those days , and my 1st concert (LED ZEPPELIN) still remains the best of the best and that's over every band ever EXISTED. I just wanted to state it for the record. What everyone in here is saying is completely true and correct. I had seats 1st row behind the stage and at one point in the beginning of the concert , plant opened the back curtain. So it became a front row concert for us. I was in heaven. A perfect night for a 16 year old boy. BEST NIGHT IN MY LIFE, well entertainment wise. Lol ty for the recored.

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