1970-as the sun dipped, they turned back toward Bron-Y-Aur, the remote cottage where they had set up camp, Puffing along a steep track through a ravine, they decided to rest and take in the veiw. Page had an acoustic guitar slung around his neck and, when he caught his breath and lit a cigarette, he begun to strum a tune he'd been working on, the chords warm and balmy as the day. Plant started singing, not just la-di-das, but a lyric, a whole verse, spilling it out,"I don't know how i'm gonna
tell you/I can't play with you no more/I don't know how I'm gonna do what momma told me/My friend, the boy next door..." They smiled at one another the way musicians do when something happens: a song has written it'self it's inexplicable, it's exactly what they were looking for....
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lavaflare1100 2 years ago
Acoustic Rock Magazine May 2009, love to be at Bron Yr Aur right now, looks alot like parts of NC
theeasybeats 2 years ago
1970-as the sun dipped, they turned back toward Bron-Y-Aur, the remote cottage where they had set up camp, Puffing along a steep track through a ravine, they decided to rest and take in the veiw. Page had an acoustic guitar slung around his neck and, when he caught his breath and lit a cigarette, he begun to strum a tune he'd been working on, the chords warm and balmy as the day. Plant started singing, not just la-di-das, but a lyric, a whole verse, spilling it out,"I don't know how i'm gonna
j3ohnny 2 years ago
tell you/I can't play with you no more/I don't know how I'm gonna do what momma told me/My friend, the boy next door..." They smiled at one another the way musicians do when something happens: a song has written it'self it's inexplicable, it's exactly what they were looking for....
j3ohnny 2 years ago