A fondness for Led Zeppelin is unexceptionable. Even Stephen Fry, my secret arbiter of taste, likes them. When you think of it that way, it suggests that anyone who dislikes them is seriously lacking in discernment, good judgment, and an appreciation for the finer things. Stephen and I share a love for wordplay, P. G. Wodehouse, Georgette Heyer, Mac computers, humanism, Hugh Laurie, The Ride of the Valkyries, polymathery, Oscar Wilde, and yes, Black Dog. In fact, the main difference between us is 5,149,975 followers on Twitter.
Every morning my secret arbiter of taste offers advice on my wardrobe…
SF: Not that skirt, darling. It makes you look spavined.
Linnet: Thanks, Stephen.
SF: …but I love you anyway, you brilliant little thistle.
Linnet: How about this one?
SF: No time, luv. Must look after my 5.1 million Twitter followers…
I’m straying from the main point of this post, which is to luxuriate in screen caps of early 70s performances of my favorite Zeppelin songs, Rock and Roll, Black Dog, D’Yer Mak’er and All My Love…
Words are superfluous, but I will say that when I watch these videos, I’m always amazed at how Robert Plant can be so androgynous and so male at the same time. Jimmy Page is a thrill to watch, especially closeups of his hands. He used to wear these custom-made wizard/mage/rock star outfits with big stars on them. He never wore a pointy Gandalf hat so far as I know, but he was really into Aleister Crowley. He even bought Crowley’s house on Loch Ness.
I can’t resist showing this last one. After all, this blog is about Beautiful Men.
And now for something even more gorgeous than Robert Plant’s arse in 1973: Stephen Fry’s nose ca. 1980.