Bonzo's Montreux

RIP John Bonham... 25 years ago yesterday.

(WLUP didn't acknowledge this date during Sunday's 2pm Zeppelin block,
and there was no mention of it during tonight's edition of Get the Led Out.)

II

So the girl and I are driving down to the Sox game this afternoon, and since it's raining like a motherfucker we're actually listening to sports talk radio. We're suffering through something they're calling a pre-show, surrounded by commercials and more commercials. I finally can't take it anymore and flip it over to The Loop, where we're a couple minutes into Whole Lotta Love. Fuckin' yeah!

I pulled out my rock geek card, and started explaining to the girl how Atlantic issued a single of Whole Lotta Love by excising the middle trippy part where Plant is apparently climaxing in his pants. At first she didn't get what I was saying and thought the single was the middle part only, and they must have called it something like Robert Plant's Orgasm.

The jock comes on and informs us it's a Block Party Weekend and we're getting 4 Zeppelin songs, all from Led Zeppelin II... for my money, THE best Zeppelin record. Aw yeah!

What's this? She's asking me if the jock is playing that song where Plant get his lemon squeezed and the juice runs down his leg. That's right... The Lemon Song. I tell ya... that girl has real potential to be a rocker.

Meanwhile, I'm flipping back and forth between stations and finally figure out ESPN Radio is in "Rain Delay Theater". Fucking painful. The guy on-air has the personality of the windshield wipers moving the rain out of my line of sight.

Next up is Heartbreaker, a song that recently made my list of top 5 Zeppelin tunes among some friends. This is a relevant note because of the asterisk I put after it on my list...

Heartbreaker and Living Loving Maid (She's Just A Woman) are TWO DIFFERENT SONGS! Where is this fucking rule that they have to be played together? Classic rock radio has ruined so many great bands. It's just so fucking predictable. Fuck you, corporate playlists. You suck. Give me an excuse on why this is the rule, not the exception. I want Heartbreaker to segue into another song for once. Fuckers...

This is the kicker, though. After Living Loving Maid, nameless jock went into What Is And What Should Never Be. Who's counting along here? That's 5 songs. I'm already fucking pissed off that you're such a douche, but now you're counting Heartbreaker and Living Loving Maid as ONE SONG?! How dare you? FUCK OFF.

Way to set the mood for the day, you dick. Luckily when we finally got to Comiskey, our seats were so bad that they ruled. First base line, second row from the top and under the roof... so we didn't even have to wipe down our seats. The game started about an hour late, we had some kickass dogs and beers, and the Sox won. The girl unfortunately missed the only homerun of the game... being as awesome as she is, she was out getting me another beer and another dog. I told her it wasn't that awesome... that there weren't too many fireworks and kickass explosions. Good times.

So we got out of there and back to the car... and flipped on the radio in time for a Blue Öyster Cult block, complete with Godzilla. Jerks...

ROCK AND FUCKING ROLL

YES! This just came to my email yesterday...

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The beast is hungry my friends...hungry, for Rock.

Tributosaurus is gearing up to pay some righteous homage to the band that fathered blues-metal; the band fronted by the archetypal golden god, with one of the all-time guitar heroes and the most thunderous drummer to ever hit the skins. Oh, and John Paul Jones wasn't bad either.

This is your early warning for Led Zeppelin night. Full info is below. Tickets are on sale now, and it is expected to sell-out.

Note some cool things: 1) Park West (get a booth!), 2) Under 18 admitted with parent or guardian (bring the kids), and 3) We'll have a slammin' string section from the CSO for a few tunes...perhaps an epic from Physical Graffiti?

TRIBUTOSAURUS BECOMES LED ZEPPELIN
Wednesday, October 5th
Park West, 322 w Armitage, Chicago
One show: 6:00pm doors / 7:30 pm show
$15 adv / $18 day of show
18+. Under 18 admitted with parent or guardian!
Tix available @ www.ticketmaster.com, 312-559-1212
You can reserve a booth once tickets are purchased by calling the Park West @ 773-929-1322.

We'll be back at Martyrs for November and beyond, and don't forget:

TRIBUTOSAURUS BECOMES STEVIE WONDER
New Years Eve weekend
Martyrs
Details TBA

Thanks,
Dino
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Tributosaurus is supposed to fucking rule.
I CANNOT WAIT!

What Is And What Should Never Be

I caught Get the Led Out in the car on Tuesday night, and there's nothing really new to report there. What I'd hoped to hear was Monday night's, since I tuned in earlier and heard some fill-in jock who I'd never heard before. He didn't impress me, but since it was a holiday maybe the suits weren't listening and he got to fuck some shit up. But since it was a holiday, I took that time to head to my neighborhood tavern and fuck some shit up.

My beef again with Tuesday was that they only played the usual three Zeppelin songs. It was fucking Twofer Tuesday! I'd accept four tunes, but in reality it should be six on Tuesday. Oh well...

Here's the real kicker though. The Loop finally took Zander off their features page. Maybe it's because he started on The Zone this weekend... as if that joke station is a threat. I'm reluctant to declare that anyone from WLUP has seen my blog, but who knows?

Get the Led Out
The LOOP pays homage to one of the biggest and most influential rock bands to ever exist, weeknights at 8. Seaver salutes Led Zeppelin's timeless sound with a 3-fer of "Led for the Head", including requests from you and deep cuts from Plant, Page, Jones, and Bonham.

OK... what in the fuck does "Led for the Head" mean? That's not clever! I Get the Led Out now, and in my youth in a different town I tuned into Whole Lotta Led... but "Led for the Head"? That doesn't even make sense. Led is not for the head. Led is for the groin. Led appeals to the most basic of instincts. C'mon... anyone who's seen The Song Remains the Same knows what Plant is packing down there. I remember renting that back in high school (it's a rite of passage for angry and sexually frustrated young men), and my mom walks through the room... stops... and says "Oh Robert" during one of those upward crotch shots. My mom wasn't really into Zeppelin in her day, but even she recognized the power of Plant's pants.

And they opened it up to "deep cuts from Plant, Page, Jones, and Bonham"? I guess that excuses Seaver for playing shitty Plant solo tracks. But as I stated before... if you're going to play that shit, you better find the shittiest shit that Page, Jones, and Bonham did on the side. How can you fucking salute Zeppelin's timeless sound if you include non-Zeppelin stuff? You suck, WLUP.