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Kezar Stadium - June 2, 1973

  • Rock and Roll, Celebration Day, (Bring It On Home intro) Black Dog, Over the Hills and Far Away, Misty Mountain Hop, Since I've Been Loving You, No Quarter, The Song Remains the Same, Rain Song, Dazed and Confused (incl. San Francisco), Stairway to Heaven, Moby Dick, Heartbreaker, Whole Lotta Love (incl. Let That Boy Boogie), Communication Breakdown, The Ocean.
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June 2, 1973
San Francisco
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Rock and Roll, Celebration Day, (Bring It On Home intro) Black Dog, Over the Hills and Far Away, Misty Mountain Hop, Since I've Been Loving You, No Quarter, The Song Remains the Same, Rain Song, Dazed and Confused (incl. San Francisco), Stairway to Heaven, Moby Dick, Heartbreaker, Whole Lotta Love (incl. Let That Boy Boogie), Communication Breakdown, The Ocean.


KRON-TV & CBS News film news reports from the show.

News Report: 50,000 See Led Zeppelin in Bay City

The British rock group Led Zeppelin drew 50,000 rock fans who paid $320,000 at Kezar Stadium last weekend. Although the 2 ½ hour show Saturday was 6,000 short of capacity, listeners blanketed the football field and stands. Hundreds of others heard the music for free from rooftops in the surrounding neighborhood.

A month ago, Led Zeppelin grossed $309,000 to shatter the Beatles’ mark in 1965. Organizers said the group netted better than $1,000 per minute during the show here. It was the second large rock concert in a week at Kezar. The only casualties reported were some bad drug trips, a broken leg and a security guard accidentally wounded with his own revolver.

More than 250 cars were towed away from illegal parking areas around the stadium, police reported.


KRON-TV & CBS News film news reports from the show.
[View film here]

News Report: 50,000 See Led Zeppelin in Bay City

The British rock group Led Zeppelin drew 50,000 rock fans who paid $320,000 at Kezar Stadium last weekend. Although the 2 ½ hour show Saturday was 6,000 short of capacity, listeners blanketed the football field and stands. Hundreds of others heard the music for free from rooftops in the surrounding neighborhood.

A month ago, Led Zeppelin grossed $309,000 to shatter the Beatles’ mark in 1965. Organizers said the group netted better than $1,000 per minute during the show here. It was the second large rock concert in a week at Kezar. The only casualties reported were some bad drug trips, a broken leg and a security guard accidentally wounded with his own revolver.

More than 250 cars were towed away from illegal parking areas around the stadium, police reported.


Rock and Roll, Celebration Day, (Bring It On Home intro) Black Dog, Over the Hills and Far Away, Misty Mountain Hop, Since I've Been Loving You, No Quarter, The Song Remains the Same, Rain Song, Dazed and Confused (incl. San Francisco), Stairway to Heaven, Moby Dick, Heartbreaker, Whole Lotta Love (incl. Let That Boy Boogie), Communication Breakdown, The Ocean.


Donna's picture

I was 15. This was where Lee Michaels started the set and white doves were released. Don't remember much, those were acid days..................heighty high

Pete MacDonald's picture

In June 1973 I was 15, living at 827 Shrader St., a block from Kezar Stadium. I was a guitar player in a rock band that played in a bar a couple of times on Haight Street, and the idea that I was going to see the Gods of Rock play at a slightly larger venue in the neighborhood made me feel like one of the luckiest people on the planet.

I still feel that lucky, having seen this show. Me, my brother, Paul, and a couple of friends left home at about 9:30 that morning and walked over to Kezar. We were among the first couple of thousand people there and were able to stake a claim to a spot about 100 feet from center stage.

It was a beautiful, warm morning and as people filled the stadium, the Zeppelin-anticipation was already electrifying the crowd, that rare and wonderful "I-can't-believe-I'm-actually-here-look" beaming on everybody's face. We smoked the first of about ten joints we had that day as the Tubes started their set with "The Theme from Rawhide." It was fantastic -- such a surprise -- and funny as hell. I recall them wearing huge cowboy hats, chaps, and maybe one of them was even twirling a lasso? It was a good set and it set the tone for the day -- lighthearted, fun, violence-free; everybody happy. Somebody else wrote here about how cool the people were that day and I agree. There was absolutely no negative vibe or tension anywhere. As far as the rest of the opening acts go, I have to say that I didn't give a damn about seeing any of them. I was such a huge Zeppelin fan (and still am), that the Stones could have played that day and I would still have been comparatively indifferent.

That said, Lee Michaels did a good set, eating up an hour or so, and then Roy Harper sang for a while and nobody paid much attention. With Zeppelin on everybody's mind, especially at that point, he didn't stand much of a chance. There are huge gaps in my memory from that day (not surprisingly), but I do remember that there was about a two or two and a half hour delay before Led Zeppelin took the stage. (I read somewhere a few years ago that they'd been stuck in a plane on the tarmac at LAX and had hauled ass to the stadium straight from the airport.) There was nothing to do but get more stoned.

Finally, Jimmy Page walked out on stage in his white suit, a roady brought out his sunburst Les Paul and handed it to him, Robert Plant walked up, looking like the Platonic ideal of the Rock Star, and grabbed the mike, John Paul Jones unobtrusively took his place to Plant's right, and John Bonham sat down and a minute later started pounding out the opening to "Rock and Roll." His drum set lit up in beams of colored light that shot out from his huge bass drum like lasers. That may or may not have actually happened, but I saw it that way and I remember it that way. For the next three hours -- three hours of the loudest, most kick-ass, awe-inspiring concert ever -- the whole crowd was on its feet.

To this day this concert ranks, by far, as the most amazing performance by musicians I've ever seen. I remember standing there absolutely mesmerized by just how fucking amazingly good they were. The best concert I'd seen before this had been fantastic -- The Who on the Who's Next tour, at the San Francisco Civic Auditorium. But Zeppelin totally blew them away. A few scattered memories: somebody passed a gigantic joint, maybe two feet long, up to Robert Plant. He took it, showed it to the crowd, and said "We're gonna save this one for after the show." Everybody wildly cheered. I remember being completely stunned when Jimmy Page brought out his violin bow during Dazed and Confused. I had never heard of this, never seen it, and watching him play guitar with it bended my mind around in new, uncharted ways. I also remember white doves being released from cages atop the speaker towers on both sides of the stage during the opening bars of Stairway to Heaven. They flew out over the crowd, blowing everybody's mind. I have no idea if that actually happened, but for the last 36 years that's the way I've described it to people and that's the way I recall those magic moments when Page began playing it on his double-neck Gibson SG. I've seen the photo of Robert Plant holding the white dove -- maybe that's where I'm getting this idea. Or maybe it really was that way....

After the concert I was unable to speak coherently for a long time. I was overwhelmed, stoned out of my head, and thoroughly awestruck. My brother and my friends walked with me back to my place, and I remember all of us hanging out, being mostly quiet, in a state something akin to suspended animation. What could anyone really say, especially with our ears ringing like that? Long live Led Zeppelin.

elvinwheel's picture

Red smoke and white doves & here is a beer from John Paul Jones! it was a Heineken...

Argenteum Astrum's picture

A really big outdoor festival show and one of the greatest concerts ever! The sound is amazing and Robert's voice is very powerful ... he screams and gets right up there for perhaps the last time in his career ... his range would be lessened on the following tours. Finding all the equipment not ready to play on. Robert made a fine statement before any tune was performed: "As we've been awake for a total of about two and a half hours, it doesn't really seem that we should be doing what we're doing right now, but I believe there's something to do with lightness and darkness, so we'll try a bit of lightness! Actually, I feel quite healthy. It's quite an amazing feat to be awake in the daylight ... Now, if I was cool I should put the mike in the stand and clear off until everything works right. Well, thank you very much for a great show, we'll see you in five minutes." The entire band shines on this show, and Dazed And Confused is one of the best versions ever with Bonham and Jones going crazy at the end with the complex rhythms. No Quarter is one of the best 1973 versions and the entire show is excellent! A (in)famous fight between Graham and Bonham backstage found their way in Plant's comments before as the band launched an introduction to Communication Breakdown: "We've just had a bit of water confrontation with a few people round the back, which keeps our name alive. We'd like to thank Bill Graham for getting it all together. That man has given you more music in eight years than anybody else has ever given music anywhere else in the world. I'm glad you realise it ... I hope he pays for us to get home now ... he never pays us any money!"

BC Rayne's picture

I was outside the stadium accross the street in the park when the concert started. I rode along while my roommate gave a couple friends who had tickets a ride to the concert from Redwood City. First try we got half way there and she realized she forgot the tickets ^%$$#, turned around went back for the tickets.

Second try got side swiped on the 280 freeway, the impact took the drivers door right off. Stopped went back for the door. Third try got there just in time to drop off those lucky shits. Sat down on the grass at the park and listened to the first song. I'm still kicking myself in the ass for not staying to hear the whole concert. Needed to catch a ride home so when the roommate said "lets go", I went. Some how I always thought I had plenty of time to see them later. Oh well.

PLEASE guys before I die give me one more chance to see you! I now live near Vancouver, BC Canada. I'm litteraly "an old lady" now and I still want to see you.

Karen Bail's picture

I was very young, very impressionable, mezmerized and there was no turning back after this show. The Tubes, Lee Michaels, Roy Harper and Led Zeppelin. About 3 hours of perfection that day from the band. This was the tour for Houses of The Holy. I believe it was the first un-official Day on The Green in the bay area put on by Bill Graham presents.

People partied all night in Golden Gate Park waiting to get in. They let us in very early with blankets, ice chests etc... in those days. People were very polite about your space on the green. It was great! I can't remember all the songs but remember Jimmy and the bow, the theremin box, Robert and the white dove. They were grand what more can I say.

blood meridian's picture

saw zeppelin twice - at kezar and then their last ever performance in north america in oakland, 1977. as kezar was basically only the second concert i had attended away from my hometown, i was admittedly overwhelmed. though completely sober, it's all still very much a blur. i really only remember "no quarter" well - it's still one of my favorite zeppelin songs because of that day. and drums - i remember thunderous drums! that last concert in oakland is much more vividly imprinted in my mind.

edtombell's picture

One great day and life long memory!

Tom Weisend's picture

I remember it was a lovely day, we all took acid and snuck in Johnny Walker Black in our boots. I remember Lee Michaels, and the folkie guy(forgot his name) he was just playing guitar, he was kinda ragged, but we were also getting pretty high by the time Led Zep came on, I remember when they opened with Rock and Roll, all these doves (?) were released and wow it was impressive. What a great show it was, My last Led Zep concert, I was 18 at the time. Saw them 2 years before at Oakland Coliseum, that was fantastic also, but seeing the band outside on a lovely day was the BEST!!!!!!

Greg Bonifay's picture

Great concert. Can't remember the opening band, but I believe it was either the Turtles or Flo & Eddie. At any rate, long wait for LZ to play, but worth it . . . how many can really say they saw one of the greatest rock bands in history play!!

Don't Remember Much's picture

I remember it being a bright sunny day.... I know because my friend passed out and had a huge sunburn on his face...The place was sold out of course...Plant danced like a butterfly and sang like a bird.....Page was the best I have ever seen...They were into the Houses of the Holy Tour..Zeppelin played a great number of tunes and I was very impressed..I remember Black dog as a favorite..and them closing with of course Stairway to Heaven... they played other favorites too... Dazed and confused,, Rock N Roll, Hole Lotta love.. .. I thought the band was tight that day and really went wild...I do not remember who opened up for them, but It was a guy on guitar by himself... Everyone bood him... But I thought he was ok... He tried hard... Do you remember his name???

Michael C. Morton's picture

Brit Rock by the Bay features photos and memories of Led Zeppelin at Kezar Stadium in 1973:

Martin's picture

I went with four friends, all of us 16 years old. I don't remember how we got there, but we were some of the first through the door. I remember running, carrying an old sleeping bag to mark our ground. We were 100' from center stage and when we settled down we all dropped acid. As we waited for the opening band frisbees were flying everywhere. People were cool. Everyone was cool. What a huge difference from later concerts where people are so rude. I saw fist fights at a Peter Gabriel concert in the Polo Field in 1988 or so. That was my last big concert. But back to Zeppelin, my first big concert: when The Tubes came on stage they were all dressed in wild clothes. Fee Waybill, the lead singer, was wearing what seemed to be aluminum foil (probably tin foil in those days) and wore boots that never lifted off the stage. They had springs and accordion pleats so that they stretched as he walked. In my acid I thought they were the Devil! They blew me away. They were NOTHING like the clownish party band they later became. They were serious and very, very strange in 1973.

Then everything changed when Lee Michaels came on stage with his Robert Plant hair and cut-off jeans. He was all smiles and happy sunshine. It was a triumphant set and brought me up from hell.

Then some old guy sat on the edge of the stage and sang a song about flying west and how the plane follows the sunrise. I had NO idea who he was and the crowd was not very accepting. So Robert Plant came out and told the crowd that the guy was "the English Bob Dylan" and then we listened a little more quietly, but not much. I learned much later that the old guy was the great Roy Harper. I should have paid attention.

Then a long time and more acid and more frisbees and joints passing in all directions. People were cool. Everyone was so cool and friendly and smiling and happy and peaceful and passing joints.

And then the stage crew started testing the sound system for Led Zeppelin. They played a new Stevie Wonder song over and over and over. The song was "Big Brother" and I didn't hear it again for 30 years. It's playing now as I write this. It was LOUD and beautiful at Kezar in 1973. So beautiful, that harmonica.

OK, here is how I recall the sound system. I don't know how much of this is real and how much was acid and joy. It was an array of speakers mounted on towers about 50 feet high. There were hundreds of speakers. And the towers pivoted left and right so that the sound could be swept across the crowd. When it swept past me it made my bones vibrate. I can still feel that strange sensation. "Your name is Big Brother, you say that you're watching me on the telly, seeing me going no where..." Oh Stevie!

And then there was clapping and shouting and "there's Jimmy!" and he was walking around the back of the stage is a bright white jump suit. And then Robert Plant walked over to stage left and took some photos on a 35mm camera.

And then the show started and it was, yeah, it was. My friends and I left before the final song. But as we rode the city bus to the foot of the Bay Bridge to hitchhike home we could hear the music for what seemed to be miles. It must have been one of the loudest shows ever played. We were still rocking on the bus with the windows down and full of cool people. Everyone was cool.

stephen's picture

Golden Gate Park A fantastic concert, facing the stage I was on the left for awhile and know that the casualty with the broken leg came from, 2 guys scaled the outside wall and then had to drop down on the inside 15-20 feet. The first guy to drop ran off but the second guy had to be carried off really could not believe my eyes still had great time just wish I had got a T-Shirt and other stuff the 70's were great

Strider's picture

Led Zeppelin In Concert 1973...Part Two...Kezar Stadium 6-2-73

When last I left you, I was nodding off in my BB's car, my ears still ringing and my spirit singing, as we drove through the misty night, south on the San Diego FWY, known locally in shorthand as the 405. It must have been late, maybe around 1am, when I was woken up and I recognized my home as he pulled in the driveway. My stepmom had left the door unlocked for me, as she had long gone to bed, so I said goodnight to my BB and headed off to bed, as he drove off.

While Silver Rider and Hotplant were partying it up at the Hyatt, I was trying to relive the show in dreamland.

Surprisingly enough, I didn't have as hard a time getting up for school as I thought I would. Up at 7, dressed(in Hobie surf shorts and my Zeppelin 1973 US Tour t-shirt), breakfast consumed, and at my girlfriend's house in time to walk to school together. She wanted to know about the show immediately, her interest piqued even more now that she was going to be able to go see them Sunday night. Of course, I had to retell the story a few more times once I reached school and I would bump into friends or someone would notice my shirt. Not too many 10-11-year olds were allowed to go to rock concerts at my school.

As I noted, there were a few others, but I didn't really hang out much with them. Even though I was into rock music, got to go to concerts, had a girlfriend, and had, thanks to my dad, even had a couple hits off a joint, I still considered myself a quiet, nerdy type. Yeah, I loved going to the beach and all that, but I was equally happy sitting in my room building model airplanes, cars or ships...I must have built my way through the entire Revell catalog. Many's the time I would exit my room four hours later, and my stepmom would notice my eyes were all red...I had gotten a glue-high. Another activity I enjoyed was reading...I could spend hours with a book.

Things other kids, boys especially, enjoyed, like comic books, marbles, trading baseball cards, playing cowboys and indians, held no appeal to me. Plus, many of the boys at my school still thought girls had cooties and were more interested in antagonizing them than kissing them. In fact, one of the strange rituals going on in schools back then involved either "pantsing" someone(usually a girl) or giving someone a "wedgie"(usually a boy). For some reason, this was considered hilarious and fun. I didn't, which further caused me to feel like I didn't belong...I had very few friends in 5th grade, maybe 3 or 4, counting my GF. I got along great with most of my teachers, though, and got straight A's, which allowed me to keep going to concerts. But getting straight A's also tends to put other kids off, for some reason. You get lumped in with the geeks, or nerds.

Fortunately I was tall for my age, so nobody bothered me. But just about every week, you'd hear about some poor kid who'd get a wedgie by the jock crowd, or a girl would be in the restroom and a group of boys would rush in and pull her pants down. If you went to school in the early 70's, you remember stuff like this.

Of course, considering what goes on today, it seems quaint, but back then I thought it ridiculous and annoying. When it happened to my GF, I went into Clint Eastwood mode and took swift and immediate action.

But, back to Friday, June 1, 1973: it's the last day of school and it's chaos as usual. But I did manage to chat with a couple of the other kids who went to the Zeppelin concert the night before. We compared pur experiences, all agreeing it was an awesome show. One of the kids was bummed though, because he had to leave after Stairway to Heaven because he had a curfew. Tough luck we said, but at least he got to see most of the show.

But mainly, I just wanted to hang with my GF all day, as I wouldn't see her again until Sunday, as I was flying to San Francisco after school.

Now, my being able to go to Led Zeppelin's Kezar Stadium show came down to fluke luck. It turns out there was a relative on my stepmom's side of the family, a cousin or uncle or something, who lived in San Francisco with his wife. I had only met him once or twice before, and I always got a weird vibe from him...he looked like Dennis Hopper in Easy Rider. Anyway, I guess my stepmom was talking to him on the phone one day and mentioned that I was going to the Zeppelin shows at the Forum. He said he had an extra ticket for the Kezar show and that we all should drive up for the weekend, and he would take me to the Kezar show on Saturday and we could then spend a few days in San Francisco. Unfortunately, being single, my stepmom had to work, and couldn't get that time off. So then, he suggested I fly up to SF for the show and then fly back down Sunday.

My stepmom had to think about that idea for a while...I had flown on a plane before, but never alone. But once I heard about his suggestion, the idea of being able to see Led Zeppelin in San Francisco took root in my brain and started to grow. I began doing all I could to convince her that I could handle it...that flying on my own would be no problem. She would be seeing me off at the airport, and Uncle Pete would be meeting me in SF, so the only time I would be "alone" was during the flight, and the stewardesses could keep an eye on me. It took a couple weeks, but she finally agreed. Then Jimmy's injury and the subsequent change of the May 30 show to June 3 almost threw a monkey wrench in the works, but we figured it out.

So, here's what the plan for the weekend was:
Friday June 1: Fly out of Orange County Airport to San Francisco that night at 6...arrive around 7 or 7:30.

Saturday June 2: Led Zeppelin @ Kezar Stadium...there were supposedly supporting bands, but I didn't know or care at that time.

Sunday June 3: Fly back to Orange County Sunday afternoon, where my BB would meet me and we would pick up my GF and head straight to the Forum for the show.

As for how we fixed the ticket situation, since originally he had gotten only 2 tix for both the Forum shows...once the first show was moved to Sunday June 3, that made it possible for my GF to go, but that meant we needed 3 tickets now. So my BB took our original tickets and went to this head shop that also sold tickets in Huntington Beach called Raspberry Roach. So for $30, plus our original 2 tickets, he got 3 tickets on the floor, 13th row from the stage.

So after school Friday, me and my GF had one last quick makeout session, before I had to head home and pack for the airport. Since I was only going for a day or two, I didn't need much...a change of underwear and socks, toiletries, some magazines and books to read. Of course I was bringing my 73 Tour my burgandy red velvet bell-bottoms.

Packed, and ready to go, and still not quite believing this was all happening, especially that she was trusting me with Uncle Pete, after dinner, we drove out to Orange County called John Wayne Airport...near where the 405 and 55 freeways intersect.

I was flying PSA...Pacific Southwest Airlines...who were local legends, known for their "Smiling" airplanes(yes, their planes were painted so that they literally looked as if they were smiling), and the friendly service from the stewardesses in hot pants and miniskirts, usually orange, purple and white.

These were the days when flying was still fun, before stewardesses became flight attendants and they charged you for every peanut.

Having flown before, and loving it...I couldn't wait to get on the plane and experience my first solo flight. No teary goodbye scene for me...after my flight number was called and we were allowed to board, once my stepmom was assured by the boarding gate attendant that a stewardess would keep an eye out for me, it was "see ya!" and I was hauling ass through the connecting tunnel ramp. Two beautiful stewardesses met me at the door of the plane, and pointed me towards my seat. Once in my seat, sadly on the aisle and not by the window, it was just a matter of waiting for takeoff. I LOVED takeoffs...the roar of the jets...the forces pulling you back in your seat...the way your heart
and stomach flips as you slip the bonds of gravity and are airborne.

Once up in the air, I picked up the book I brought, William Peter Blatty's "The Excorcist" and read most of the flight up to San Francisco. I did have one nice blonde stewardess named Judy, who was sweet and kept checking up on me...she even kept me flush in peanuts and coke, and even brought me a sandwich. When I told her I was flying up for the Led Zeppelin concert, she said she wished she could go but that she was on quick turnaround. She was planning on seeing them in Seattle in July, though, when she had some time off.

Landing at San Francisco, it wasn't long before I spied Uncle Pete and his wife, whose name I can't remember...Merry or Margie, something like that. Driving from the airport, north to San Francisco, I couldn't keep from being excited.

San Francisco still had a magic aura to me...this was where the flower child/hippie-scene sprouted, and also the city of "Bullitt" and "Dirty Harry". Rolling Stone was always full of stories about these amazing concerts at the Fillmore West and Winterland. I had already read that Led Zeppelin felt they had first really made it in America when they played San Francisco. So to see Led Zeppelin in San Francisco was almost too much to hope for...but here I was, in the City by the Bay.

Alas, while San Francisco was different and much prettier than 1973-era Los Angeles, it also was different from 1966-67 San Francisco, as Hunter S. Thompson so memorably wrote in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

But, I didn't care about that...I was in the city they shot "The Streets of San Francisco", my favourite TV cop show at the time.

We actually drove by Kezar Stadium on the way to my uncle's place, which was only a quarter-mile or so from the Stadium, which was in the south-east corner of Golden Gate Park, right up against the Haight-Ashbury District. As the sun was sinking low in the western sky, we could see people already camped out at the stadium for the concert. My 11-year old eyes widely took in the scene...WOW!, these people were willing to camp out and sleep in sleeping backs, blankets, or just on cardboard in the cold night, just to be first in line to get in tomorrow. I still don't think I knew what I was in for.

After a fish and clam chowder and sourdough bread dinner at the Wharf, I was ready for bed. My uncle said there were 4 opening bands, he couldn't remember who, but said the show started at 2pm, and that Led Zeppelin would probably go on at 6pm. He said he would leave it up to me how much of the opening bands I wanted to see and therefore how early we would leave for the show. Since they lived close by, the plan was to walk the few blocks down to Haight, then walk the quarter-mile down Haight to where it ends at Golden Gate Park, turn left and then, there it is, Kezar Stadium.

All I knew was that I didn't want to miss Led Zeppelin and I was tired. Upon returning to their place after dinner, I was shocked when my uncle and his wife lit a joint and began smoking. I knew my dad smoked, and had even let me sneak a puff or two. But my stepmom was not a smoker, so I assumed her relatives would be the same way...hmmm, I knew there was SOMETHING about him.

They asked if I wanted a toke...I said "no thanks". They showed me where I was sleeping, and after saying goodnights, I went to sleep around 10pm. If I was going to make it through 4 opening bands AND Led Zeppelin, I wanted to get plenty of rest.

Sunday, June 2, 1973.

I woke up at 10am the next morning, a full 12-hour sleep a rare thing in my life. As I just stretched and lazed around, I didn't hear anybody else was still hours from the gates opening, and Zep not due to go on til I didn't feel rushed. But I was feeling thirsty, so I got up and padded softly to the kitchen to see if I could find some cereal and orange juice. I found orange juice, but no cereal...just granola. So I poured a glass of oj, and a bowl of granola and milk, and sat down to eat. Over the last couple of years I had developed a fondness for reading the morning paper over breakfast. Well, I didn't have the LA Times with me, but there was a stack of papers(and not just the rolling kind) on the table in the living room, so I grabbed some so I could have something to read while I ate my breakfast.

It was shortly after this that I thought I heard music coming from far away...but it was faint and then it would stop. Maybe someone had their steteo really loud down the block. Then again, the music, or actually, it was mostly a singing voice I heard, would start up again, as if being borne aloft by the wind. Still, I didn't think much of it...just somebody's stereo down the street. This is live and let live San Francisco, after all.

I had no idea how late my uncle and his wife stayed up, but I didn't want to be the one to wake them up. So I just sat quietly reading, while eating my breakfast. It was then that I saw a short blurb about the Led Zeppelin Kezar Stadium show in one of the papers I was reading. It said the supporting acts were Roy Harper, The Tubes, and Lee Michaels. No times were mentioned, just said Saturday afternoon.

Well, I didn't know the Tubes or Lee Michaels, BUT I did recognize Roy Harper's name from the song on Led Zeppelin III. So I was kind of extra-excited that I would see the guy Zeppelin thought so much of, they named a song for him.

I began to think about getting ready, and since they were still asleep, I might as well take a shower and get dressed...there was only one bathroom in the place. While in the shower, I thought I heard a loud noise, but couldn't be sure. But when I finished and turn off the water, it was could definitely hear music...and not just a faint voice like earlier, but a rock band was definitely playing somewhere. Whether on someone's stereo or a stage was still unclear to me. As I got dressed, my uncle and wife were finally stirred from their slumber, presumably by the racket outside. As the wife sleepily came out to start making coffee, I asked her if the music woke her up. Yeah, a little she said. I asked if people "always played their stereos so loud here?" Often, especially on weekends she affirmed. It's like an open block party.

I was dressed by now, and decided to go outside to see if I could determine where the party was. The very first guy I bump into out on the sidewalk, I ask him if he knows who's blasting the stereo, and he laughs and says, "kid, that ain't no stereo...that's the big concert over at Kezar!" I could feel the blood drain from my face and my heart leap into my throat....NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

I bounded up the stairs back to my uncle's apartment and burst thru the door, breathlessly exclaiming "THE CONCERT'S STARTED!!!"

After moments of confusion and chaos, my uncle located the tickets, but all the Ticketron tickets said was 11am. That's about when I first heard the music outside, I said. Obviously, we were late. It was now well after 12 noon, so the uncle and wife set about showering and getting dressed, while I vowed always to personally verify a concert's start time and not rely on other people; especially your stoner uncle. Dammit, I knew there was something off about him.

While waiting for them to get ready, and all the while hearing echos of the music coming from Kezar outside, I browsed through the papers to kill time and try to calm myself. One of the papers was some counterculture-type weekly, and while going through the music section came across an ad for the two Kezar Stadium shows; one for the Grateful Dead that had already happened, and the other the Zeppelin show. At the bottom, it said gates open at 10am and that Led Zeppelin would go on at 2pm. Okay, there were 3 opening already had played, the second one was playing now, which meant that the third band would probably start around 1pm if Zeppelin was to start at 2pm. At that point, the opening acts meant nothing...all I was trying to calculate was the latest we could leave and still walk the half-mile or so to Kezar and make it by 2pm. I figured if we left by 1:30 we'd be in good shape...1:45pm and we'd have to walk fast. It was nearing 1 now. All I could do as wait.

Miracle of miracles, we made it out by 1:30pm, cooler, bota bags, and blankets in tow. We made our way down Haight, and that is when I was confronted by the detritus of the drug-culture firsthand. These weren't kind-eyed flower children but burnt out street urchins...bums. But I had plenty of time to contemplate that later. I had a Zeppelin concert to get to!

As we got closer, we could hear the music and the cheers of the crowd get louder. Suddenly, there it loomed...Kezar Stadium. It wasn't quite 2pm, but there was quite a long line of people waiting to get in. I sighed in resignation as we took our place in line. Our only hope is that the band went on late...I had been to a Rolling Stones show where they went on 2 hours late, so it was possible.

While the lines moved incrementally forward, I noticed the crowds of people standing on top of the buildings surrounding Kezar, or leaning out of windows, getting a free show. The multicoloured, multihued hoardes around me also kept me entertained. It was truly a freak show of epic proportions. Briefly, I thought of the Altamont scenes in Gimme Shelter. But I didn't get a sense of danger yet. There were a couple of TV news trucks parked outside.

The band that had been playing earlier was definitely off by now, as we could hear Eric Clapton, Rolling Stones and Little Feat music coming from the PA system. That meant Zeppelin would be next. I also noticed that it was hot, even though it was kind of hazy. Someone once said the coldest winter they ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. Well, it wasn't cold this day. We finally made it to the gate after a half hour in line or so...whereupon there was some hassle over the cooler we were bringing...don't know if it was the glass bottles of juice or the wine or what...but we had to either take it back or just leave it. Since we were already there, we just left it, and headed into the Stadium. We handed the ticket-takers our tickets and I prayed that the taker would tear it cleanly. She did, and I placed it safely in my wallet.

Once inside the Stadium, the full impact of what this show would be finally hit me. Up til now, the largest concert I had attended was Wattstax at the LA Coliseum, a 95,000 seat football stadium, where the USC, UCLA and LA Rams football teams played. It was also used for the 1932 and 1984 Summer Olympics. Wattstax drew around 100,000 or so, but because everyone was seated in the bleachers, with the stage in the middle of the field, it didn't feel that was like being at a football game, but with better music. But the feeling at Kezar was different. Even though the crowd was half that of Wattstax, 50,000, it felt immense because the crowd filled the stands around the stadium and the field in front of the stage, creating this one unbroken mass of humanity.

And oh, the the time the day was over I would witness things you only heard about in movies or the news; some good, some depraved.

But that's enough preamble, let's get to the show. It was close to 3 o'clock when we figured we better figure where to sit. The field was packed, and the sun would be setting in the west directly behind the stage, which meant if you stayed on the field you'd be looking directly into the sun. Not good. So we headed for the shady part of the south bleachers, and found a spot on the wooden benches big enough for the 3 of us. Once our seats were established, I wanted to get a coke...they had snuck in their bota bags, but they were filled with wine. It took 15 minutes to get a coke, and I was freaking out that Zeppelin would come on at any moment. 3:30 came and went with no Zeppelin yet. But I had my coke and had taken a piss, so I was sure I would be able to make it through the concert without having to leave my seat.

As the 4 o'clock hour approached, I noticed 2 things:

1) The speaker stacks looked larger than the ones at Wattstax. This is going to be a LOUD CONCERT!

2. The stage was high...very high. I don't see how anyone in front could see a thing. Periodically through the show, you would see someone stand on someone's shoulders trying to reach the lip of the stage and pull themselves up for a peak. I guess all those people camped out overnight so they could be first to rush to the stage wasted their time.

Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted as the house music stopped and I heard the crowd roar and the band made its way on stage. I can't remember if Bill Graham made the announcement or not. But there was a false start or two, while the sound was worked out. Finally, things were sorted out, and as Rock and Roll crashed thru the sound system, the show began proper.

Once again, your first sensation is one of teeth-rattling loudness, and the general excitement of the band being on stage and the concert, after a long wait, finally being underway. It was weird that it was still daylight, this being a precursor to Graham's Day on the Green series of shows, and so you didn't have the dramatic transition from complete darkness to the bright lights that you had at the Forum.

In fact, the impact of most of the dramatic lighting and staging effects(the violin bow segment, the smoke machine during No Quarter, no explosions during Whole Lotta Love) would be lessened or negated completely by the daylight hour of the show. This concert's success would be dependent on the music and the boy's personality alone.

Fortunately they had both in spades. A quick sartorial review finds Robert in his signature look for 73: tight blue jeans and the tiny blue blouse, which he would not wear at any of the LA shows, but did wear at one of rhe 1972 LA- area shows.

Jimmy is wearing a white suit, with the jacket buttoned, and his usual 1973 black and white loafers. Bonzo is in a coloured wife-beater with scarf. And Jones is wearing some dark shirt and trousers. After the first few songs, Jimmy removes the jacket to reveal a white long-sleave puffy shirt. Maybe not as puffy as the one from the Seinfeld episode, but it's an interesting look all the same.

Rock and Roll flies by as people are rushing to get in their seats...several times, in fact, we have to make way for people finally getting to their seats in our row(we're on the aisle) during the first few songs. Again, I'm just blown away by the fact that I'm seeing Led Zeppelin in the flesh that time simultaneous stops and flies by...before I can get my wits about me Bonzo has started the drum solo heralding the end of Rock and Roll. Then Jimmy's fanfare rings in the beginning of Celebration Day. This song blew me away hearing it for the first time at the Forum on Bonzo's Birthday, so I welcome the chance to hear it again.

Celebration Day does not Jimmy's frantic riffing and Robert's opening verse lead to that explosive moment when Jones and Bonzo blast into the song as Jimmy carves out that swinging, funky riff, the overwhelming awesomeness of this song knocks me for a loop. The live version of this song is so powerful, it blows the studio version away. With Bonham hammering away, and Jones laying down a bouncy bass line, while Jimmy struts and swaggers around the stage, and Robert delivers the strangely bipolar lyrics about being happy to join a band, while a woman has people breaking down her door that she's tried to reinforce with additional security...well, the song works it magic so well, you wonder why they didn't play it every tour.

Less than 4 minutes and the song ends and just as quick, Jimmy and band kick off that lick from Bring It On Home...and just when people think it's the song, the band stops and Robert squeals "Hey hey mama, said the way you move...gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove", as the band executes that tricky serpentine riff with military precision.

Yes, Percy and band have us grooving for sure, and as I scan around the sea of humanity, I see the hippie-dance is alive and well in San Francisco. Black Dog is such a sexual swagger of a song and Robert milks it for all its worth, thrusting and cocking his hips just so, drawing yelps from the femmes in the audience. And the ah-ah call and response turns into a shared orgasmic cry between Plant and the audience. Thankfully, Jimmy comes along to offer us a smoke via his smoking guitar solo.

Finally, after the bang-bang-bang succession of the first three songs, there's a break and the crowd has a chance to cheer, as Robert delivers his greeting and the first Plantation of the day.

Jimmy plays the opening part of Over the Hills and Far Away, doing a nice job of transferring the delicacy of the studio version's acoustic beginning to the electric guitar. OTHAFA signals to me the crucial heart of the 1973 show...the stretch from OTHAFA to Rain Song, which includes 4 new songs from Houses of the Holy, all of which sound better in concert than on record...more energy, more heft.

When a band's new songs sound just as good and are as eagerly awaited by the audience as the old favourites, that's the sign of a band that is still creatively viable, and not just a nostalgic, jukebox band.

As OTHAFA flowed into Misty Mountain Hop, the contraband was flowing freely among the audience around me. Misty is a totally San Francisco friendly song...its lyrics conjuring images of Golden Gate Park love-ins and be-ins. Pipes, bongs, joints, roach clips, all manner of smoking devices were in use at Kezar. Oh, and my uncle and wife were among the users. But I abstained, even though I had plenty of offers. Besides all the smoke going around, the air would periodically be filled with balloons, balls, Frisbees, hats, shoes, and other items of clothing. But even with all the extra-curricular activity going on...and there were some freaky things occuring, some involving nudity...I never got the sense that the crowd was dangerous and on the verge of violence. Which is what everybody worried about post-Altamont, especially with large crowds in San Francisco. But today at Kezar, most people seemed to be there to have a good time and enjoy the show.

Thanks to the sun and heat, I was getting thirsty. My coke was gone, but someone offered some orange juice, which I gladly accepted. Later, I would also take a swig of wine from my uncle's bota bag.

Since I've Been Loving You followed immediately after Misty Mountain in its 1973 linkage form. This was the song that the San Franciscans who preferred the bluesy-Led Zeppelin really dug, as Jimmy sent his bent-note blues moans around Kezar Stadium. Even if Robert's voice wasn't at his 70-72 peak, the 1973 SIBLY's were extremely emotional and powerful.

As the concert went on, I did notice another quirk about outdoor shows. While plenty loud, you didn't have the sound bouncing around the hall like you did indoor shows. Where the sound has nowhere to escape indoors, outdoors it just dissipates in the air. For that same reason, crowd noise at outdoor shows isn't as loud as indoor ones. The 18,000 at the Forum sounded just as loud, maybe even louder, as the 50,000 at Kezar. Also, at outdoor shows, the clarity of sound was at the mercy of the wind. The worse the wind, the worse the sound.

Luckily, it wasn't that windy that June day...but being San Francisco, there were a few gusts here and there that messed with the sound.

The band moved through its Holy trinity of No Quarter, TSRTS, and Rain Song, each one sounding amazing, although No Quarter seemed too short. All the 73 No Quarters were short compared to the 75 and 77 versions, but the Kezar one seemed barely 10 minutes. I think Jimmy forgot part of the solo.

During Rain Song, I learned how quiet 50,000 people could be as Jonesy's Mellotron and Jimmy's gossamer-like guitar lines hypnotized the crowd to reverent silence. After holding their breath for 8 minutes the crowd erupts in a roaring ovation for one of the most beautiful songs in the Led Zeppelin canon.

Unfortunately it is during Rain Song that I begin to feel something...but I'm not sure what.

Dazed and Confused begins, as the sun is streaming thru the stage...they should have have had a backdrop to close off the rear of the stage from the sun. But then, all those VIP's and such that got to laze around in the bleachers behind the stage wouldn't have been able to see the band.

Whatever...but thanks to the sun, the dramatic evil red lighting for Dazed and Confused is lost. By the violin bow segment, my skin is tingly, my head feels like it's vibrating...and not from the loud spund. I had been high from pot a couple times, and knew what a contact-high felt like, too. THIS did not feel like anything I had been through before. I mentioned this to my uncle, and he looked at my eyes, and said I might have been dosed...that it's possible I was having an acid trip. So whether someone dosed my coke when I wasn't looking, or it was that orange juice I drank, I apparently was now on my first acid trip. Meanwhile, Jimmy Page is summoning the hounds of hell again, as the coolest soundtrack to a horror film never used unfolds at the hands of his bow. The sound is seeping into my brain, as Jimmy starts shape-shifting before my eyes. Dazed and Confused, indeed.

I have a decision to make...we can stay or we can go home, where my uncle says he an chill me out, if I want. Now, Led Zeppelin is my favourite band. Am I really going to wimp out and leave my favourite band early? My uncle and his wife have been enjoying the show so far, and I don't want them to have to miss the rest of the show. Besides, whether I was at the show or at the apartment, I was going to trip no matter what. I didn't feel sick sick, just funny, like my senses were going crazy. I knew enough from reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas that if I just maintained my grip, that I would come through the other side okay. So I told them that I think I could manage and wanted to stay to the end of the show. By the end of the body and mind assault that is the 30-minute maelstrom of sound Dazed and Confused, my uncle's wife passes me a joint, saying it will help relax and take the edge off my trip.

I don't know if it works, because everything becomes a blur...or more precisely, something out of Dali. Stairway to Heaven is playing, and my last clear memory of the day is of Jimmy Page levitating above the stage and fracturing into a 1000 doves.

After that I alternated between holding my head in my hands or staring open-mouthed at the stage. I figured I just had to hold on for an hour more. But the rest of the show does not register in my memory with any clarity. According to the timeline, the rest of the setlist was the same as May 31 at the Forum...only Communication Breakdown was the first encore, then the Ocean.

Once we got back to the apartment, they talked with me and tried to reassure me. A few more tokes, and the grass began to take affect...I got hungry. It was sometime between 7 and 8 when we got back according to my uncle. Finally after 4 hours of keeping me company, and feeding me soup and hot cocoa, I had come down enough to try to sleep around midnight.

Sleep eventually came down. And sleep I did until around 12 noon the following day. Sunday, June 3.

Upon waking up, I immediately vomited and then had to take the biggest poop I'd ever had to take. Side effects of acid trips, I was to learn later. Strangely, however, after that I felt like a million bucks. Just to be sure, I figured I should probably try to rest on the flight home.

My uncle and his wife were very apologetic and concerned about any after-effects. I assured them I felt fine, and that I didn't see any need to tell my stepmom/his sister. They pampered me the rest of my stay, and I asked about the end of the show, the part that I couldn't remember. They had washed my clothes while I was asleep, so now my yellow 1973 Zeppelin tour t-shirt was a little tighter...but it was clean, so it was safe to wear to that night's Zeppelin show at the Forum, the final night of my Zeppelin Trifecta.

Plus knowing that I had gutted out a concert while tripping my balls off, gave me a little insight into the strength of my consitution and my concert stamina. Which would come in handy in the future.

A little after 4 in the afternoon, I was on a smilin' PSA, flying south to Orange County, where my BB and GF awaited to escort me to my THIRD Led Zeppelin show of the week. Could my body and head take it? As my ears continued to ring, I nodded off, visions of doves in my head.

Note: Kezar Stadium, former home of the San Francisco 49'ers and Oakland Raiders NFL/AFL teams...the Stadium where Viking Jim Marshall picked up a fumble and ran the wrong way against the 49'ers...where Dirty Harry was filmed...THAT Kezar no longer exists. It was demolished and in its place a 10,000 capacity facility built, complete with a running track.

to be continued...

Robert Garcia's picture

This was my first Concert I ever went to, my Brother was older than me and I lived in Hayward, CA. I had to go with him because I was 16 years old I did not have a ticket I bought one from someone before we reached the gate I belive i paid $10.00 for the ticket at that time it was alot but it was worth all of ten dollars. I will never forget this concert.

Thanks to all the members of LED ZEPPLIN
Robert Garcia

Pepe's picture

I was at the concert with a group of friends, we all snuck in by climbing a tree that hung over the top of the wall. My good buddie George Reepon is the guy who broke his leg (mentioned in article) he fell from the very top and we all looked over and then looked over at the big Gong on stage and went down leaving poor George behind. One of the best concerts to date!

KEZAR's picture

i was there, it was the best show i have ever seen now they should do what they can while the balloon is still 3/4 full ,what ever the snit is get over it ,cause in the future they will scrape the marrow for the dna ,clone for more ,who knows , we've waited ,the o2 cannot be the last shot at this,,,this is still liveable ,and then,just memories,then something to read about, then the great grand band will be known for what all was done ,(that is where we are now?) so get on with it, the last will shurley never be enough,this is a plea, i'd have said it to all the greats . so i'am a greedy freaking pig ,,,, but there is so much more before the big vacation....... you guy's are not even using walkers yet! get on with it.WELL THAT'S MY TRY...

i'll leave it with this line from MR. HOPE "THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES" always, paul...

p.s. (from me "pbs") wish you all well, ,,steve tyler? don't let me lose my lunch, let it end on high ,don't chop shop what we have , use a super computer or some wizz bang tech ,but no stand in please...

Tee's picture

I attended this show and it was excellent. We sat midfield and even though there was a long wait for the band due to foggy airport conditions the show itself was just spectacular in every respect. I wish I knew where my black and white photos were of this show. I think my parents tossed all my stuff in the trash when I moved out .

Bruce Caldwell's picture

Had a great time with a beautiful woman by my side...what little I remember will always be cherished...!!!

John's picture

That was a great show!!!!!!!!!!


Thomas Fraysse's picture

Two friends and I left for the concert at 7 in the morning, since it was all festival seating. The gates, as I recall, opened early, something like 8 am and we rushed in and literally ran to the center of the field, mabe thirty or forty yards away from the stage, almost dead center. The concert started at about 11 am with The Tubes, whose big hit, at least locally, was "White Punks on Dope." They were a novelty act, much of which was lost on the crowd. It was entertaining, but I recall that the sound wasn't good for the opening acts. The Tubes were followed by Lee Michaels, another local product, who had a hit in 1971, "Do You Know What I Mean." I only remember his hit being played, as it was probably the only song I recognized in his set. Then, as I recall, Roy Harper (Hats Off to Roy Harper), played, though I really have no recollection of that part of the show. Again, the sound for the opeing acts was not good. Then, a long, long wait for Led Zeppelin, so long that I went up on the wooden bleacher seats behind and to the left of the stage as you face it and laid down in the sun for a nap. I awoke just as the band was getting on the stage, which had to be at about 2:30 or 3 pm, and surprisingly, I looked out on the crowd and unbelievably, sighted my two friends amidst the 50,000 or so attendees. I remember seeing Page in his white outfit backstage, which was pretty thrilling. I made my way back through the crowded grass area as Rock and Roll started. I remember how good it sounded, especially compared to the weak sound systems for the other acts. The concert was mesmerizing and about as perfect a set list as one could hope for. We stood for the entire set, with the possible exception of No Quarter. Houses of the Holy had been released in either late March or early April and most of us had played it incessantly between the release date and the concert. To hear the newer songs, including Over the Hills and Far Away, No Quarter, the Rain Song and the Ocean was a thrill. Seeing Page play with his double neck Gibson SG was something you can never forget.

It was a beautiful San Francisco day and a memory that will always be indelibly etched in my mind. The funniest thing that happened is that after two and one-half hours plus, and one or two encores, we thought the show was over after Communication Breakdown. As we were walking up the old concrete stadium steps on the south side of Kezar, heading towards the exit, out the comes the band, again, to play The Ocean. We sat down. It was brilliant. When it ended, it was approaching 6 pm and the sun was low in the sky, heading towards dusk. I was struck with how quiet it was as we were leaving. You left feeling like you had experienced something that could never be duplicated. It was like leaving a church, it was so quiet. It is hard to appreciate that it is now 36 years later. To be transported back to that day would be heaven.

Ruby 's picture

I was 14 and dressed in a bright yellow long backless velour dress with navy blue trim. We arrived early and Paul & I quickly lost our group of Ukiah friends. We worked our way close to the stage and spread out our tapestry on the lawn. I can remember all but an hour of the day… A couple, a few years older than us asked if they could share our tapestry and when we hesitated, they pulled out a mayo jar filled with hash as an offering. I passed out somewhere after the tubes performance and was awaken as led zeppelin got on stage. I remember the joy, the nudity, the love, and the music. I can still see the young man holding up the sign advertising clear light windowpane, his strong bare chest, and his wild kinky dark blond hair. Someone was dressed in a costume swinging large long cloth balls and a penis. The last encore was Stairway to Heaven where they released thousands of white doves! What great memories to have. This was my first outdoor concert and I’m sure the experience shaped my views during my early teen years. I am still grateful.

Bill's picture

I was a teenager so I smoked it. I woke up, later, on the ground, facedown and sun baked. Perfect timing Led Zepplin was just coming on stage. Hey Dude what did you put in that pipe?

Steve's picture

I not sure Lee Michaels was even scheduled. The opening acts were so bad I think he offered to play if someone would lend his band some equipment. There was a music store owner in the audience and an hour later he was on stage. Lee Michaels did an awsome set. Led Zeppelin was next but the crowd did not want Lee to stop. As for the doves, most of them just dropped into the crowd or walked around the stage due to being locked up in boxes for hours on stage.

malcolm's picture

Was there, Tubes were booed off the stage after Fee started throwing candy pills (simulated drugs) into the crowd (which we all threw back) during White punks on dope Lee did two songs Stormy Monday and Do you know what I mean. Poor Roy Harper he came out sat on a stool and proceeded to play a twelve string acoustic we booed him off as he left he said "fuck you people what do you want from one man and one guitar" Bill Graham was trying to fill time he brought Frisbees and giant smoke balloons to the stage and fed them to the crowd.
Turns out it was Bonhams birthday the night before in LA and zep was just to fucked up to play until they recovered, ( They were five hours late) it was a hell of a show.

Tubes were doomed when they opened with Rawhide

Greg's picture

The Tubes opened for LZ that day . . . remember it well, even through the "haze".

Matt Roberts's picture

This show was two day's after my 11th birthday,so my parent's wouldn't let me go to a concert yet. Also Bonzo's birthday(25). I was upset about '75. However, I did get to see them in '77 at Day on the Green #6 on 7/23. I have a huge laminated photo of the ZEP's at Kezar '73 on my wall at home. How I envy you for being at this seminal show ! With any luck we'll get to see ZEPPELIN over America in 2008 ! Merry Christmas !

Jeannie's picture

No you do remember correctly, a beautiful day listening to Stairway To Heaven and a hundred white doves flying over us. That was the best concert of all, unforgettable !!! Thanks for sharing!

Name Ben's picture

I would love to know more details about Lee Michaels set at this Historic show.
Does anyone out there have a setlist or description of who was in the band?
Or better yet a recording of Lee's set?

Martin's picture

I vaguely recall something being said from the stage about Lee Michaels being a fill in. Funny that I do not remember Bill Graham at all. I remember The Tubes playing and the lead singer had those freaky silver boots that stretched as he walked and the sole never came off the stage. That freaked me out, especially after 5 of those little barrel-shaped pills.

Tim Stewart's picture

When Lee Michaels got to the song, Know What I Mean, he figured everyone knew the words, so he says take it and no one knows the words, just too high I guess. Embarrassing for him, he got through fine though, really enjoyed his set. The Tubes were booed as Quay Lude came on stage for White Punks On Dope. Never had SF seen the Tubes so openly before. A very long wait before, during and after finally the mighty Zep hit the stage and fried us with Houses of the Holy stuff as well as greatest hits. I loved it, I was 14 and bone cold sober.

Rick's picture

I was there... I remember waiting forever it seemed  for Led Zeppelin to show up....


In the mean time Lee Michaels came on stage and rocked the house... just awesome..... !!!

Did "Frosty" (Bartholomew Eugene Smith-Frost) play that night?... I do remember it was only Lee Michaels and a drummer.... just makin' all that great noise... Wow!

If you found out any details please let me know...


Robert's picture

I seem to remember Lee Michaels was a last minute add due to L.Z. being so late.  He was awesome as always.  Didn't he play twice that day?

Dave's picture

Saw michales lame act at the carousel ballroom ( market and van ness). He wreaked his gig by playing too loud. He harmed a lot of people. One organ is not a band.. Only in church does that work. The only one man band that could keep my attention was buddy rich. I was born in the haight and saw about every band that played in the city.

Robert Suth's picture

I read this and your 6/3/73 review, and cannot believe you did all this at 11 yrs of age.


Wonderful reviews, By the way.

Suzanne's picture

I was at that concert ! My first live concert!

Jimmy "Taz" Tasoulas's picture

Although we had to wait 2 plus hours for Zeppelin to come on,they were great when they did.

Brian Johnson 's picture

I died and went to heaven pure magic by Led Zeppelin 

dan ergas's picture

my memory recalls the tubes throwing fake cocaine out into the crowd. zep was late, but great. my 3 freinds and i dropped windowpane and when they let the doves fly along with the fog machine, sutro tower lurking above and then "no quarter". what a trip! it couldnt have been in a better venue. the scenerywas part of the magic

Randal Carrier's picture

Friends just reminded me that we smuggled in a case of Norwegian beer by hoisting it up the side of Kezar Pavilion

mark Orris's picture

I was there, it was my first out door concert of many. Stood in line all night and Bill himself threw out all our bottled liquor.  

Paddy McGrath's picture

I'm after any information regarding an original hand painted ticket board for the 2nd of June 1973 done by silver moon studios that has come into my possession. It is red/ purple with gold lettering. Many thanks in advance.

Kenneth Quertermous's picture

I was serving in the US Army stationed in San Antonio Texas

back in June of 1973. I heard Led Zeppelin was comming to

town to perform at the the, what is now the Alamo Dome. Of 

course I had to attend the concert. Those guys performed

for three hours strait with no breaks, song after song back to 

back. It was great. I had a seat about a hundred feet from the 

stage just to the right. I could see everything . I had a nice 

camera and took about 70 color slides of it all. Those photos 

are one of my prized possessions. That concert was I'll remember the rest of my life.






















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