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....
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
Acoustic Rock Magazine May 2009, love to be at Bron Yr Aur right now, looks alot like parts of NC
theeasybeats 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
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