On my list of trials and tribulations endured in pursuit of rock and roll at the Tower Theatre over the years, I'd have to rank Wednesday night's Robert Plant / Band of Joy debacle right up there with the time I cut my head open on the ceiling at the bottom of the steps to the men's room at a screening of The Who's The Kids Are Alright, and the time I threw up in said men's room between sets at a Ramones / Debbie Harry / Tom Tom Club show. (And still filed my review on time, thank you very much.)
Not that I have any complaints about Plant's performance. As you can read here in Friday's Inquirer, it was a splendid 100 minutes, highlighted as much by old-time excavations like "Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down" and "Satisfied Mind" (with BOJ's Darrell Scott singing lead) as any of the five Led Zeppelin songs the five guys plus the fabulous Patty Griffin did, including "Rock and Roll."
(It has been pointed out to me by perspicacious reader Frank Signorello that Plant and Band of Joy actually did six Led Zep songs, if you include "Nobody's Fault But Mine." To which I say: Yeah, that's true, the original heavy metal hair farmers did do that song on Presence. But like so many Led Zep songs, it's not really a Led Zep song. It's a Blind Willie Johnson song, or at least that incomparable gospel-blues man did the first known recording of it in the 1920s. Plant and Page simply had the typically massive cojones to record it and put their own names down as writers. So I say, "Phooey!" That still makes five.)
But I digress. The debacle of which I speak had nothing to do with the music, and everything to do with the extremely miserable weather, which the goateed golden god, pictured above in a photo I snapped at the Tower, acknowledged when he thanked the crowd "for coming out on such a treacherous evening. BRRRR!"