...A BAND ON THE ROCKS - Excerpt #4 (Led Zeppelin)
("BABYSITTING A BAND ON THE ROCKS" - available at Newbury Comics locations throughout the Northeast and online at LTCDS.com > Webstore > Books).
"I added hutzpah to my resume while I was still a paying spectator. Just as with my virginal concert with Tull (later for that), I had endured another failed date for the first of Zeppelin’s two Physical Grafitti performances at Nassau, on the day before Valentine’s no less, with nosebleed seats just adding insult to the injury of my ego. She just wasn’t that into me, I guess, but she sure was ecstatic to see Zeppelin, even if they were tiny, faceless toy soldiers a few football fields away. The next evening was when all of my friends had their tickets, much better than mine, theirs just one level up from the oor, on stage right. I hung around outside the arena trying to buy a scalped ticket in the February freeze to no avail. But I didn’t go home. Instead I lapped the Coliseum time and again and again to hear what I could when someone opened an interior door to hit the head or buy a hot dog. About 10 p.m. an older man (much younger than I am now) appeared with his toddler to pick up his teen, apparently thinking the show would soon be ending. I convinced the dad that if he simply asked, the guards would let him in. The dad was obviously not a fan, and even if he were he wouldn’t be showing up this late and with child in tow to crash the party.
“Oh, and while you’re at it, please tell them that I’m your son so that they let me in, too.”
He was game and it worked, no questions asked. I found my friends on the end of the row in Section 117 and sat on the stairs right next to them, arriving just in time for the closer, “Stairway to Heaven” plus a spectacular encore of “Whole Lotta Love,” “Heartbreaker” and “Black Dog.” **bleep**, did I feel clever, like the King of the World. (Three years later I would use the same ruse to see Eric Clapton perform a few songs.)..."