Found an old journal. Below is an entry just as it was written: How Led Zeppelin got its name

1982

…Michael Schenker’s 3rd album(formerly of  the 70s rock band UFO). he played at a little club in Palatine. The club was smokeycrowded with a veritble who’s who of Chicago rock  stars. I went with a neighbor, Virgil. Got in with a fake I.D. for the privilage of drinking flat 2 Dollar beers in plastic cups.

The first band was Humble Pie (30 days in the hole), fronted by a skinny balding British guy named Steve Marriot. Talk about looking his age, if he was as old as the pyramids! He was an old man, burned out, tired, gray hair, still schlubbing as a rock and roll cheerleader. But  he still put on one hell of a show. I won’t take that away from him.

Schenker was spectacular, despite  a  tiny overcrowded stage. He was set up for a big hall, which this place definitely was not. It came off as  a wall of sound, punctuated by what should have been Cozy Powell’s double bass drum prowess. Instead, it was just deafening.

After the show Virgil wanted his autograph. I followed him out to the back lot at caught Marriot as he was getting on his tour bus. I could smell pot smoke from inside the bus. Virgil plays in a band, so he and Marriot hit it off right away, chatting about guitars and amps, the 3 of us joking and talking up Schenker’s sound mess. Somehow Jimmy Paige and Led Zeppelin came up. It was meandering conversation. Marriot, kept drifting into stories of old, most of which I took with a tremendously large grain of salt. In his thick British accent, this one stuck with me…

“So I’m at dis club wiff Keef Moon, Jimmy, you know, Paige, and a bunch other blokes,” Marriot said. “Jimmy’s tellin’ us ’bout dis new band he’s got wiff dis new kid named Bobby Plant. He says its gonna be like American blues, rock and roll, like Deep Purple, ya know. So I says, “Roight, that’ll go over like a real lead zeppelin…”

On a lighter note, on the way home I wondered why toll booth operators are required to wear pants. Who would know?

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W.C. Turck is a Chicago playwright and the author of four widely acclaimed books.His latest is "The Last Man," a prophetic novel of a world ruled by a single corporation. His first novel, "Broken: One Soldier's Unexpected Journey Home," was reccommended by the National Association of Mental Health Institutes. His 2009 Memoir, "Everything for Love" chronicled the genocide in Bosnia and the siege of Sarajevo. His third book "Burn Down the Sky" is published exclusively on Amazon Kindle. It was in Sarajevo at the height of the siege where he met and married his wife, writer and Artist Ana Turck. FOX NEWS, ABC, CBS News, the Chicago Tribune and The Joliet Herald covered their reunion after the war. He helped organized relief into Rwanda during the 1994 genocide. Turck has been a guest on WMAQ-TV, WLS in Chicago, WCPT, WBBM radio, National Public Radio, Best Of the Left and the Thom Hartmann show. He has spoken frequently on Human Rights, Genocide and Nationalism. In 2011, his play in support of the Occupy Movement, "Occupy My Heart-a revolutionary Christmas Carol" recieved national media attention and filled theaters to capacity across Chicago. He remains an activist to the cause of human rights and international peace. View all posts by 900poundgorilla

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