The world never stops for Lez Zeppelin, so it sometimes seems. But every once in a while, one is forced down by the mighty winds of weather.
After all flights out of New York were cancelled last night, the band had to jump over to Kansas City, only to catch a 5 a.m. to Milwaukee, where 75% of Lez is now holed up in wait for 7 hours for the daily “puddle jumper” to Michigan’s Upper Penninsula. Note the clever makeshift bed at the Milwaukee Airport VIP lounge using two chairs and a guitar case for a blanket. Might have to patent that one.
But, as Spring hatched, we were a-movin. Lez launched the season with a raucous ride to Columbus, OH, where we flashed our stuff at the Rock on the Range Festival before 8,000 at Crew Stadium. At one point in the set, somewhere around Black Dog, the crowd erupted even more. Mount Vesuvius! Was it Shannon’s provocative crooning? Steph’s ballistic guitar solo? More likely it was the two women propped upon their boyfriends’ shoulders in the middle of the crowd who decided the time had come to finally make out.
After Columbus, we took a foxy little jaunt to the upper end of Vermont, where Lez contributed their antics to the ultra cool computer geeks at Dealer.com, who had come together to celebrate the massive success of their company at their annual rock star company bash. We very much enjoyed blowing them into Lake Champlain with our rather large horsepower.
Then, off to Pittsburgh, PA, where we were driven by limousine to the ever holy Altar Bar, where we caught the tail end of Ace Frehley’s rehearsal on that very same stage. A most humbling rock star moment for all of us. After delivering psalms and incantations for our most lovely and loyal Pittsburgh fans, we relaxed with Frehley’s gang by the pool at “Casa Michael,” the sprawling guest compound belonging to Altar’s infamous owner, Michael Pettis, Mr. Rock and Roll incarnate! Kisses…
We ended our run at the State Theatre in Falls Church, another holy place. There’s nothin’ like the humidity, fervor, sweat and love of – and for -- our DC crowd. This time, we were blessed by a couple of hot-shot photographers in the pit, National Geographic contributor, Mark Christmas, and UPI head guy and one of the leading news photographers in the world, Pat Benic. They took a shot or two at us. And we let ‘em, too. Onward… (Weather permitting).
(Photo by Pat Benic)
