Some time ago, it was a great pastime watching concert videos in our family. They can provide the grandness of the live experience, no need for surround, just a huge canvas that fills the walls of the room, bigger than us, the sound shaking the walls so things fall off them.
If a band desperately needed a recent live video it was Zeppelin. They were never just a rock band. The simpler songs pulled them Gods down to the Earth to take a quick visit, but the slower, heavier, progressive stuff is where Zep always shined like no other star.
The performance here starts a bit cold with the opener Good Times but by Dying they're flying and Trampled is in another dimension entirely. Kashmir is the perfect pre-closer but the encores don't work as well since the band can't muster all the youthful energy required for these.
The stereo sound is magnificent and as much as their music stands on its own, this image on a big canvas really scales up the experience. They seem to enjoy playing, smile a lot and maybe don't even miss the drug fueled haze of their heydays.
At the end, our room was filled with the Spirit. Just silence, darkness, maybe some tears but there was something in the ether. The true magick of cinema, and of life. Now the parents are old and we cannot use films as these to lift their spirits up.
But the memories can remain, for a while. Thank you.
If a band desperately needed a recent live video it was Zeppelin. They were never just a rock band. The simpler songs pulled them Gods down to the Earth to take a quick visit, but the slower, heavier, progressive stuff is where Zep always shined like no other star.
The performance here starts a bit cold with the opener Good Times but by Dying they're flying and Trampled is in another dimension entirely. Kashmir is the perfect pre-closer but the encores don't work as well since the band can't muster all the youthful energy required for these.
The stereo sound is magnificent and as much as their music stands on its own, this image on a big canvas really scales up the experience. They seem to enjoy playing, smile a lot and maybe don't even miss the drug fueled haze of their heydays.
At the end, our room was filled with the Spirit. Just silence, darkness, maybe some tears but there was something in the ether. The true magick of cinema, and of life. Now the parents are old and we cannot use films as these to lift their spirits up.
But the memories can remain, for a while. Thank you.