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Robert Plant is a lovely bloke. We have several sources to back up this claim.
First, there’s Alison Krauss, who spent two weeks in the studio with Plant
making the extraordinary Raising Sand – The Sunday Times Album of the Year.
“Oh, he’s amazing. He’s hilarious. He lights up a room,” she tells me,
speaking on the phone from Nashville. Then there’s the pictorial evidence:
look at the cover shots on Raising Sand, and every photograph the pair have
been in, and all you’ll see is Krauss trying desperately not to laugh as
Plant says . . . well, she won’t say what he was saying. Or we could turn to
Popbitch. The internet newsletter best known for being rude about famous
people has recently run several items marvelling at how nice and
down-to-earth Plant is.
And as I meet Plant for a coffee in a northwest London restaurant, he does
indeed light up the room. “He won’t talk about Led Zeppelin,” his PR has
warned; but it’s impossible to believe that this amiable, chatty individual
would be so rude as to let the words “no comment” pass his lips.
Plant has every reason to be in a good mood, of course. Tomorrow, he will sing
with his old group, Led Zeppelin, at the O2 – the hottest ticket of the
year, and indeed of the century so far. But this is not one of those
reunions put together to salvage some dignity and money after a failed solo
career. Plant’s solo career, always interesting, always adventurous, is
enjoying a new peak of popularity with the commercial success of Raising
Sand. In the unlikeliest of tie-ups – former rock god meets bluegrass star –
Plant has found a new musical home. He doesn’t need to revisit old glories;
he has new glories to enjoy.
The Led Zeppelin gig is a one-off event, as a tribute to their old
record-company boss, Ahmet Ertegun. Clearly, there was a great deal of
mutual respect between a band rooted in the blues and a record-company
executive – he oversaw the careers of R&B and soul legends such as
Ray Charles and Aretha Franklin – with a rare appreciation of musicianship.
Only this, it is assumed, has persuaded Plant to agree to a reunion.
As we sit and drink coffee, the O2 concert is 10 days away, and Plant has
other forthcoming gigs on his mind. “Tinariwen have very kindly asked me to
come along with my baritone ukulele, which I put through a little delay
pedal,” he says, enthusing about the Saharan blues-rock band. “Because the
whole thing about West African music is the groove, I can sit in there and I
can solo, because it’s not about virtuosity. I come from that era when
virtuoso playing was what it was all about. But these are different days.
It’s about feel, for me.”
Within the twists and turns, the hesitations and hedging of that short
comment, we can already hear how hard it is for Plant to discuss the music
he’s making now without saying something that might be taken amiss by his
former bandmates, and how carefully he struggles to ensure that this doesn’t
happen.
“It’s great to be able to do something other than actually sing,” Plant
continues. “I play guitar like [the blues musician] Otis Rush, but I haven’t
been allowed to do so until recently.” Did he play any guitar on Raising
Sand? “No, just getting to grips with the content of the songs, and working
out how to create a new style, was all-encompassing. We originally thought,
‘We’ll try four days, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll have ourselves a nice
liquid lunch and go on our way.’ In 12 days, we did 14 songs, and they kind
of rolled out – at such a pace, there was almost a feeling of disbelief
about us.”
Plant and Krauss had met once before, when they duetted at a Leadbelly tribute
concert. Krauss recalls arriving at the Armenian dance hall in Cleveland
where they rehearsed. “I knew his music, I knew what he’d achieved, and I
remember thinking, ‘I wonder what in the world he’s like?’” she says. “It
was all dark in there, and, over in a corner, I see that hairdo. He was
wearing glasses. He peered over his glasses at me and said, ‘Ah, there you
are.’ ” Strangely, where Krauss was and where Plant was turned out to be –
musically – the same place. Perhaps it’s not that strange; after all, Zep’s
bassist, John Paul Jones, has devoted much of his recent career to playing
bluegrass or producing bluegrass acts. There must be some common ground
between the loud rock of the band who spawned heavy metal and this offshoot
of country and folk music.
The man who found it was the producer T Bone Burnett. An influential, if
largely background, figure in American roots music, Burnett’s career goes
back to Bob Dylan’s 1975 Rolling Thunder Revue, but he is best known for
producing the soundtracks for O Brother, Where Art Thou? and Cold Mountain,
on both of which he worked with Krauss. His first role on Raising Sand was
to select most of the songs. He sent them to Plant and Krauss with “a thesis
on each song, with reference points ranging from Plato to Alec Guinness”,
Plant says. Krauss was, she says, “fascinated by what T Bone sent us, but
also intrigued as to how we were going to sing together”. She explains that
her role at the Leadbelly tribute, singing a high harmony, well away from
Plant’s voice – “with a part missing in between” – wouldn’t work across a
whole album. “We had to get our voices closer together.” In fact, their
voices gelled almost immediately. Please Read the Letter, one of the
standout tracks on the album, was recorded on the very first day. It was
while recording this song, Plant says, that he knew the project was going to
work. He explains: “Sometimes you can get lost in your own vision of what a
song is, then you read a review and you think, ‘Oh, was it that?’ I read one
review of Please Read the Letter that said, ‘He let out two banshee yelps’,
as if they didn’t belong, but those two banshee yelps formed the band,
because I just go ‘Unh!’, then Jay [the drummer Jay Belle-rose] kicks in and
changes things, and Alison does that pizzicato thing on the fiddle, and
we’re off.” They were, I suggest, just waiting for you to be Robert Plant.
“Yeah, and I was trying not to be.”
Krauss was clearly stunned by how completely Plant adapted to new styles – or,
rather, old styles. “When you hear him on a traditional song such as Your
Long Journey, and you think this man spellbound the world with how he sang
and the way he looked, and there he is singing with absolutely no ego, just
taking a supporting role – his love for this music is so obvious.”
She reveals that the pair will be touring in April. The tour is scheduled to
start in America, at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival, then come
over to the UK. More than this, they are already thinking about a second
album. “The fact that T Bone and Alison want to record some more songs in
January is really worrying me,” says Plant, subtly edging into the subject
of Led Zep, “because I’m going to need to rest my voice after the O2. We’re
rehearsing like loonies. I woke up this morning and I couldn’t speak – but I
never sang Kashmir as well as I did yesterday.”
You’ve still got it, then? “Well, I’ve got something. I don’t know what.
Probably more Robert Mitchum than Tiny Tim. But when those two Capricorns go
‘Okay, all right’, then I guess I’ve done something good. Complimenting a
Leo after all these years – why didn’t you tell me before?”
Sensing my ignorance, Plant launches into the astrological explanation of the
Led Zeppelin setup. “We had the Gemini at the back, two Capricorns on either
side, and the golden god in the middle, shining in all his leonine splendour
in an open shirt,” he says, smiling broadly at his self-caricature.
“Capricorns are pragmatic and studied . .. a little bit stubborn. They get
on because they understand each other, but they always worry about me. They
should be called Grin and Bear It, really, because I’m such an idiot.”
The internet is already alive with rumours that the one-off gig will turn into
a tour – Ian Astbury of the Cult has even been quoted as saying that they
will be the support act – but Plant sounds wary of any further commitment.
“Having to live up to something is terribly serious,” he says with a sigh,
adding that he has not always been happy with the way their legacy has been
perceived, thanks to legions of lesser imitators. “What we thought was
really quite original – the hammer of the gods and all that stuff – we
didn’t realise the spores would fall in such a way. The whole idea of being
on a cavalcade of merciless repetition is not what it’s all about,” Plant
concludes, before adding wistfully: “It wouldn’t be such a bad idea to play
together from time to time.”
So, here’s the real scoop: the most reluctant Zep member finally says that
he’d like to play together from time to time. “I don’t think I said that,”
Plant says, looking affronted. I point out that not only did he say it, he
said it only a few seconds ago, and it’s on tape. “No, no, no. Somebody else
inside me was saying that. Not the bloke from Wolverhampton, the bloke from
the land of the ice and snow, the bloke with his shirt unbuttoned down to
his waist – and he can shut up. We’re not having any more of that. It was
great, but I’ve got to go down the highway now.”
Plant explains the sheer effort involved in escaping the shadow of what was
indisputably the biggest group in the world. “I have pushed that rock up a
hill since 1980. Every other record I’ve ever made – all of which I’m very
proud of – it’s been impossible to get radio. I’ve always been the wrong
flavour. Because Gone Gone Gone got elevated to the [radio airplay] Blist,
people now know about this record. Sometimes I’m walking along, and I open
my nostrils, take a deep breath and I think, ‘I got away, I did it.’ I’m
amazed I had the energy to keep it going.
“My second mind, as the old blues guys used to say, tells me: stick with
Alison. We’ve both got our other bands. She’s got Union Station; I’ve got
Strange Sensation. And, because the vocal input came after I’d been working
with Alison, there’s not a shriek in sight. All gone.”
The last shriek is tomorrow.
It rests its head on your shoulders and whispers in your ear
The members of Led Zeppelin have given us (the world) in their music the greatest gift a mortal person can bestow. American DJ great Wolfman Jack in an interview once referred to Paul McCartney as the “Beethoven†of our time. If that is true, then Page, Plant, Jones, & Bonham are the “Mozart, Strauss, Bach, Schubert†of our time. Their music lives on after 40 years like a DaVinci, or Monet work of art. Those artists of great are gone, but these guys are still with us. The passing of Bonzo was a great loss. I certainly hope they will allow those of us who could not get in at the O2 the opportunity to see them perform live again.
Steve- Port St. Lucie, FL USA
Steve Bud, Port St. Luce, USA/Florida
I met Robert Plant about 15 years ago in a hotel elevator in Austin, Texas after he had just completed a solo show at a local club. To say he's charming and funny is a complete understatement.
I told him he'd made my ears bleed at Winterland in S.F. on Zep's first tour in 1969. He asked me about who else was on the bill and I told him I didn't remember her name, but she was a small woman with short brown hair.
"Julie Driscoll... with Brian Auger and the Trinity. I REMEMBER THAT GIG!!!", he exulted. Everybody in the car practically fell to the floor laughing. He was the complete opposite of the self-centered rock star that legend would have led me to expect.
Great to have him and the boys back again!
Art Folker, Menlo Park, CA
Jason Bonham on drums ! He plays and he sounds like his father on drums.
It is a reincarnation of the orginal band. Media in all countries have missed the big thing with this reunion.
Martin
Stockholm , Sweden
Martin Reinodt, Stockholm , Sweden
The single greatest rock band that ever graced a stage was without a doubt the mighty Led Zeppelin. Without John Bonham, the greatest rock drummer that ever lived, it will not truly be Led Zeppelin, but the three surviving members are such incredibly gifted musicians that it will still be very interesting.
bobby, Shreveport, USA Louisiana