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One of those moments
Jul. 26th, 2004 10:22 amSix or seven years ago I was working for a company based just north of Oxford Street in central London. One Friday a short while after I'd started working there I'd wandered down to HMV to do a bit of shopping during lunchtime and bought a handful of CD's - Soulfly, Led Zepellin (Remasters), Marilyn Manson, possibly one or two others. When I got back to the office my new colleagues were interested to know what I'd bought (finding out about the new boy) so I showed them and as a result my scruffy long-haired glam/goth/alternative background came out, much to their amusement.
That evening we went to the pub round the corner for after work drinkies. Whilst we were standing there drinking, we noticed a pair of aging rockers sitting over pints in the corner. At least in their late 40s, they still had the wavy hair and dress-sense of a long-forgotten 80's glam band. Plus the eyeliner, of course.
My colleagues thought this very amusing. Having learned about my musical tastes I got a fair amount of ribbing along the sort of 'They look like your sort of people, David, why not go and drink with them, ha ha ha.' I took this with my usual good-humoured badinage ('Piss off.'), but I couldn't help the feeling that I did know the two in the corner. I couldn't help but wonder - did I know them from my days at Jillys/Derby Rock House/Nottingham Rock City? Had I been clubbing with them in the past? God, I knew I knew them from somewhere. But where? I tried to place their faces all night.
Anyway, I left the pub, and hopped on the train to Yorkshire to visit my parents. As I sat on the train I browsed through my new purchases and the CD sleeve notes, and it was about that moment that it hit me.
I did recognise the two guys in the pub.
They were Robert Plant and Jimmy Page.
I looked at the (unsigned) copy of Remasters in my hand.
Damn.
That evening we went to the pub round the corner for after work drinkies. Whilst we were standing there drinking, we noticed a pair of aging rockers sitting over pints in the corner. At least in their late 40s, they still had the wavy hair and dress-sense of a long-forgotten 80's glam band. Plus the eyeliner, of course.
My colleagues thought this very amusing. Having learned about my musical tastes I got a fair amount of ribbing along the sort of 'They look like your sort of people, David, why not go and drink with them, ha ha ha.' I took this with my usual good-humoured badinage ('Piss off.'), but I couldn't help the feeling that I did know the two in the corner. I couldn't help but wonder - did I know them from my days at Jillys/Derby Rock House/Nottingham Rock City? Had I been clubbing with them in the past? God, I knew I knew them from somewhere. But where? I tried to place their faces all night.
Anyway, I left the pub, and hopped on the train to Yorkshire to visit my parents. As I sat on the train I browsed through my new purchases and the CD sleeve notes, and it was about that moment that it hit me.
I did recognise the two guys in the pub.
They were Robert Plant and Jimmy Page.
I looked at the (unsigned) copy of Remasters in my hand.
Damn.
