This song has been blissfully stuck in my head for a week or two now, ever since I heard it for quite possibly the first time on the radio and the broadcaster introduced it as one of Led Zeppelin’s hidden gems. In my head, I was all like oh I probably know this. But when it came on, it felt so unfamiliar. Dare I say it, I didn’t recognize it. But then, I still had this feeling in the back of my soul like I had maybe heard it before. I still can’t say for sure if I actually knew it before that day or not. But ever since then, it keeps coming on my Pandora stations at work, which is a lovely sign that it’s clearly meant to be in my life. And being able to play my own Pandora stations at work is a very new privilege that’s been bestowed upon me by my new supervisor. I must say, it does make the day so much more pleasant. I no longer have to hear our dreaded corporate radio station, unless someone cranks it. And, adding further to this song’s clear mission to stay in my life, it just doesn’t come on my Led Zeppelin station (that I seldom play anyway; I made the mistake of letting “Whole Lotta Love” play one day and it was so awkward talking to an old man with Robert Plant having a near orgasm in the background); it comes on when I put on the Rolling Stones station, Beatles station, the Psychedelic Garage station…it’s clearly trying to grab me, and it has succeeded. Oh, forgive me; I’m talking about “Hey Hey What Can I Do” by Led Zeppelin. Not ringing a bell? Get to know it:
I love it. It’s so chill, yet still so rock and roll. Kinda bluesy, almost folksy, but it’s still Led Zeppelin. My newfound love of this song has got me thinking…do I know all of Led Zeppelin? Obviously I don’t, which is upsetting because I really thought I had a good grasp of their career. My dad has most, if not all, of their albums on vinyl, and I was particularly fond of Houses of the Holy when I was growing up. I love Dancing Days, and I also liked just looking at the album cover and reflecting on how strange it was, and how apparently it was okay for bands to have naked children on their album covers? I mean, we don’t see anything, and I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be some other weird species rather human so they might not necessarily be children anyway. Alas, that and Physical Graffiti are the only albums besides a two-disc greatest hits compilation CD that I can remember listening to. This needs to change. New summer goal: buy all of the Led Zeppelin albums on CD (so that they can go on my iPod). Listen to all of these albums. Enjoy the enlightenment. Stay tuned for more music revelations.