oh shit.

"There are some things in life, i believe, that may be more important than music. But not many. We can take into consideration, as our biological and emotional background(the human race)reveals; having children, falling in love, punching some motherfucker in the face, getting social or political recognition... as being far more important than the voice of popular music. But truly, all of these things that we consider to be so important to our short lives here on earth can all be, prescribed, laid out, microscopically, infinitesimally described by our undying and devotional love for music. What other medium of human creation could you possibly consider to be as important and universal than the undulating, rotating, living, breathing amoeba, all encompassing realm of truth that is music. That rhythmical, always sexual, beautiful noise that you hear every day, no matter where you live, what you do, who you see, what you believe in... that... thing. What? Can you tell me? I don't think its art... art is beautiful, or can be. But art is purely visual to most. You wont find so many Picasso fans as Zeppelin fans. You wont find half as many people who are passionate about the work of Van Gogh as there are people who live and die by the words of The Beatles. Deaf people hug speakers to feel the vibration of music. You wont find a single plant on this whole globe that will grow faster or stronger at the sight of a Warhol. Cultural events in any part of the world do not revolve around sitting in quiet rooms dreamily gazing at the significance of Basquiat or Klee or Liechtenstein. Granted, there are those who indulge in silence. Those who prefer the said beings to say, ACDC or, the Rolling Stones, or Pink Floyd, or Mozart. But these fools, I dare say, are individuals who intentionally retract themselves from certain ingredients to life that have been for many years considered barbaric or unsociable. If said individuals, and those like them... you know, the unwanted, the geeks, the losers, the intellects, the forward thinking people of this earth would step back for one moment... for several moments... for a year, a decade, forever... and just, indulge a little bit of themselves in the thought of music, and how that affects them... how they want to undulate in the greatest manner of beauty or hatred whenever they hear a voice, word or note played upon the cosmos....... life, would, as i see it... find its way to a destination... so pure and heavenly, that even the grass would sway with the beats of Neil Perts pounding drums. you know.. rhetorically speaking."

-THE BEST
Dylan.



not really.
i wrote it when i was drunk.



Robert Plant was 21 when ZEPPELIN 1 came out.






and thus begat METAL.