Chris Salewicz.

Jimmy Page: The Definitive Biography






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Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Preface

Introduction

1 SPANISH GUITAR IN SURREY

2 FROM NELSON STORM TO SESSION PLAYER

3 SHE JUST SATISFIES

4 BECKS BOLERO

5 BLOW-UPS

6 YOURE GOING TO KILL ME FOR A THOUSAND DOLLARS?

7 LIKE A LEAD ZEPPELIN

8 AMERICAN ADVANCES

9 WHOLE LOTTA LOVE

10 LED ZEPPELIN II

11 DO WHAT THOU WILT

12 THE BEAST 666

13 ALL THAT GLITTERS

14 THE LEGEND OF ZOSO

15 CITY OF ANGELS

16 THE KING AND JIMMY PAGE

17 COCAINE NIGHTS AND HAUNTED HOUSES

18 AN ACCIDENT IN EXILE

19 THE KENNETH ANGER CURSE

20 FACE TO FACE

21 THE RULES OF ENGAGEMENT

22 BONZOS LAST STAND

23 THE HERMIT

24 MIDDLE-AGED GUITAR GOD

25 THE SORCERERS APPRENTICE

26 PHOENIX RISING

Picture Section

Sources

Acknowledgements

Index of Searchable Terms

About the Publisher

Preface

One chilly February evening in 1975, Jimmy Page journeyed in a black Cadillac limousine to David Bowies rented house on 20th Street in Manhattan.

The Led Zeppelin leader and Bowie had known each other since the mid-sixties, Page having played on several of Bowies early records.

The pair were also linked through Lori Mattix, Pages Los Angeles-based underage lover and a cause of considerable concern in the Zeppelin camp, thanks to the criminal complications this could create for the Biggest Band in the World. What few knew was that Bowie had taken Mattixs virginity when she was just 14.

With the superstar pair having been reintroduced by Mick Jagger, Bowie had invited Page over to his place for an evenings entertainment largely comprising lines of cocaine and glasses of red wine, along with Ava Cherry, Bowies girlfriend.

Mired in his Cracked Actor phase, Bowie was known to be living on milk and cocaine, and on the edge of madness. He had been inspired to devour the writings of Aleister Crowley, whose philosophy he had first dabbled in during the late 1960s: Bowie believed that Pages deep knowledge of Crowley had enhanced the guitarists aura until it was rock hard and ringing with power.

But despite being intrigued, Bowie was extremely wary of Page. Conversation was somewhat stiff, although there was brief talk about Pages progress, or lack of it, on the soundtrack to filmmaker Kenneth Angers occult masterpiece Lucifer Rising. Attempting to inquire how Page had developed his extreme aura, Bowie found his questions were never answered: Page would simply smile mysteriously.

It seemed that he did believe he had the power to control the universe, wrote Tony Zanetta, the head of Bowies management organisation MainMan, in his book Stardust. Besides, Page was only too aware that Bowie was picking his brain, endeavouring to crack a magicians tricks.

At one point Bowie disappeared out of the room, and Page accidentally spilled red wine on a satin cushion. When the singer returned, Page tried to blame Ava Cherry, who wasnt in the room.

His guests inscrutable behaviour had already rankled Bowie, and now he knew that Page was lying. Id like you to leave, he said.

Pages response was simply to smile at Bowie. The window was open, and Bowie pointed at it, snapping his words out furiously: Why dont you leave by the window?

Page remained sitting there, maintaining his enigmatic rictus smile, gazing through Bowie. Finally, the Led Zeppelin leader stood up silently, stepped towards the front door and left, shutting the door forcefully behind him.

Bowie was terrified. Immediately afterwards he ordered that the house be exorcised. A sensitive soul whose perceptions were addled by drugs, Bowie believed it had become overrun with satanic demons whom Crowleys disciples had summoned straight from hell.

When he later ran into Page at a party, Bowie straightaway fled the event.

Introduction

John Bindon, Led Zeppelins security guard, had stagehand Jim Matzorkis pinned to the floor of a backstage trailer at Oakland Coliseum. Bindon, a sometime actor and London gangland heavy who had reputedly once bitten off a mans testicles and would stab another man to death the following year, was viciously pummelling Matzorkis with his fists and feet. But it was only when Bindon started trying to gouge out the stagehands eyes that Matzorkis fully appreciated the danger he was in.

For much of this day of Saturday 23 July 1977 the possibility of such a grim outcome had been building. Many of Zeppelin and their crew seemed in a state of permanent rage, as if they had surrendered control to the large quantities of drugs consumed during the course of a 51-date tour that had begun on 1 April.

Later, Jimmy Page would be obliged to deny to me that what happened that day was karmic recompense for his flirtations with the occult. I dont think we were doing anything evil, he said, two years later.

It was especially ironic that what happened at Oakland Coliseum that day, which would utterly transform the fortunes and career trajectory of Led Zeppelin, should be on the turf of Bill Graham, whose Fillmore West had been a temple of popularity for the Yardbirds, Pages previous group, and, along with Grahams New York showcase the Fillmore East, the scene of early break-out triumphs for Led Zeppelin. Although the confluence of the interests of Bill Graham and Peter Grant, Led Zeppelins manager, had proved mutually advantageous in the past, it was always a disaster waiting to happen. Graham was the most powerful music promoter in the United States; Grant had reinvented the relationship between managers and promoters in the United States, often through heavy-handed behaviour. And as much as Grant terrified people, Graham also possessed a fierce temper.

The previous evening, Graham, who was promoting Day on the Green, as this event was billed, for an audience of 65,000, had been summoned to Led Zeppelins hotel, the San Francisco Hilton, to honour a sudden demand for a $25,000 cash advance against their fee for the shows. Entering their suite, Graham noticed a cowboy-hat-wearing local dealer of hard drugs; in a flash he realised what the money was needed for.

Arriving only 20 minutes before the start of the gig, Page was so evidently befuddled from his drug consumption, by that stage largely heroin, that Graham could only watch as the Led Zeppelin leader set off for the stage in entirely the wrong direction; he was rescued by an aide who stopped him and despatched him on the correct course. Midway through the set Bindon crawled out onto the stage on his hands and knees and licked Pages boots.

As the wheezing, out-of-shape man-mountain that was Peter Grant lumbered up to the stage, Jim Downey, a member of the stage crew, commiserated with him about the excessively steep climb. For this presumption Bindon, who was accompanying Grant, punched Downey with such force that he slammed him into a concrete pillar and knocked him out.

What happened? The fuck did I do? wondered the victim as he came to. Downey was clearly unaware of an extraordinary management edict egregiously pathetic in its arrogance on what would become the final Led Zeppelin American tour: no one was permitted to speak to any member of the act, or to Grant, unless they were first spoken to. (Flying on the groups plane, journalist Steven Rosen had been made fully aware of this. He was startled when the normally benign bass player, John Paul Jones, had verbally assaulted him, demanding all of his interview tapes a response to an apparently unfavourable comparison of Zeppelin to the Jeff Beck Group that Rosen had made years previously. This incident was indicative of the prevailing mood on the tour.)

What I didnt like about Led Zeppelin was that they came with force, Graham wrote later. I had heard stories from other cities about how they had muscled promoters to get better deals. How they had shaken them down for money I had heard about the ugliness of their security.

But far worse was to come. Midway through Led Zeppelins show, during Pages acoustic set, Matzorkis noticed a young boy removing wooden plaques from the doors of the dressing-room trailers: plaques that had the names of the artists on them, and which would be required for the repeat show the following day. Also on the bill, as support acts, were Judas Priest and Rick Derringer. Matzorkis told the kid to put them back. The kid was insistent that he would be taking them. So Matzorkis took them from him allegedly cuffing him round the back of the head, although Matzorkis has always denied this and wandered over to the storage trailer to lock them away. Unbeknown to Matzorkis, the boy was Warren Grant, the 11-year-old son of Peter Grant.

A few minutes later Matzorkis was still in the storage trailer when John Bonham, Led Zeppelins drummer surplus to requirements during Pages acoustic set called to him from the bottom of the short flight of steps outside it. Peter Grant was with him.

You dont talk to my kid that way, Grant said, as Matzorkis stood in the trailers doorway. The burly Bonham, an effigy of muscle and blubbery booze-fat, simply stood there, as though he was Grants security wingman. Then Grant escalated matters, like the barrack-room lawyer and bully he could be: You dont talk to my kid that way. Nobody does. I can have your job. Grant continued in this vein, accusing Matzorkis of roughing this kid up. I heard you hit this child.

Stepping up the stairs, Bonham then kicked Matzorkis between the legs, sending the stagehand flying back into the trailer. Bonham followed him in, while a pair of bodyguards endeavoured to restrain the drummer, shouting at Matzorkis to get out of there. He did, through a rear door.

When he learned of the incident, Graham went to find Grant in his trailer. For 20 minutes Graham put up a spirited defence of Matzorkis, yet Grant refused to budge from his thinking: Your man put his hands on my people. On my son. How could you let this happen? How could you hire these people? Im very disappointed in you.

Let me speak to this man, Grant repeatedly demanded. When Grant finally insisted that all he wanted was to meet again with the man who had caused these problems to make my peace with him, Graham somewhat reluctantly agreed to the managers request.

Walking over to find Matzorkis in another trailer, Graham observed that Grant was now flanked by a pair of other men; one of them was Bindon.

When Graham introduced Grant to Matzorkis, Led Zeppelins manager seized the stagehand, yanked him towards him and smashed him full in the face with a ring-covered fist, knocking him back into his seat. When Graham lunged at Grant, one of the security men picked up the promoter, threw him down the steps and shut the door of the trailer, standing guard in front of it.

Inside the trailer Bindon held Matzorkis from behind, while Grant started to work him over, punching him ceaselessly in the face, knocking out a tooth and kicking him in the balls.

Somehow, Matzorkis, who was screaming for help, broke free of Bindon. He managed to manoeuvre himself to the rear of the trailer, but this was when Bindon leapt upon him and went for his eyes. Fuelled by adrenaline, Matzorkis finally twisted away and got to the door.

Despite the security man guarding it, Matzorkis managed to get out of the trailer and run off across the backstage area.

Meanwhile, tour manager Richard Cole, armed with a chunk of metal pipe, had been attempting to enter the trailer. Bob Barsotti, who with his brother served as Bill Grahams creative director, had prevented him, so he then turned on him. Realising that Cole was demented from the drugs he had seen him consuming during the day, Barsotti ran off, leading him on a merry dance down into the car park, where Cole ran out of steam.

By now several of Grahams security men had gone to retrieve their pieces from where they were stashed in their cars boots, but a seasoned member of the backstage crew reminded all concerned that the next day there would be another Led Zeppelin show: if the group did not play, 65,000 fans might very well riot. Yet the Graham crew consensus was that somehow the next day they would deal with Zeppelin and their team. The promoter agreed with this thinking. He also made an offer: if they couldnt do Led Zeppelin and their cohorts the next day, then he would personally fly 25 of his men to New Orleans, the next date on the tour, and they could mete out revenge there.

At Grahams home that evening, where the promoter had taken Matzorkis for protection following his release from hospital, he received a call from Led Zeppelins US lawyer: he demanded that Matzorkis sign an indemnity waiver, giving Led Zeppelin protection against being sued over what he referred to as a minor altercation. Unless this was received, Led Zeppelin would find it difficult to play the next day.

Graham agreed to sign; his own lawyer told him that as he was acting under duress, it would not be legally binding. Besides, Graham had a plan. Knowing that Led Zeppelin would be staying in San Francisco for a further night following the Sunday show in Oakland, he had arranged with the local district attorney to arrest those culpable on the Monday morning.

At the Sunday concert the loathing of Grahams entire crew towards Led Zeppelin was palpable: they glowered at the band and anyone connected with them. Page played most of the show seated, and he and Jones both looked bored. Robert Plant, however, sang very well indeed, dropping occasional words of commiseration in the direction of Graham; bootlegs indicate that it was a far better show than the previous day, partly because Led Zeppelin appeared drug-free. Still, it was a tense affair, and many in the audience were drunk and rowdy. Rumours were running round that a murder had been committed the previous day.

The next day, Bonham, Grant, Bindon and Cole were arrested at the San Francisco Hilton and taken, hands cuffed behind their backs, across the bay to Oakland to be booked, where they were held in a cell for three hours. There was a very real chance that if the case went to a criminal court, all involved would be deported and never be able to work again in the United States, a serious financial worry.

Bonham was charged with a single count of battery, as was Grant; Cole and Bindon were each charged with two counts of battery. The news of their arrest and the incident at Oakland Coliseum made the news all around the world. When they were eventually released they were bailed at $250 on each charge.

As the arrests at the hotel were taking place, Jones was exiting the Hilton through a rear door. He climbed into a camper van with his family and drove out of San Francisco towards Oregon and Washington state, on a planned holiday before Led Zeppelins next date, in New Orleans, at the citys Louisiana Superdome. He was set to rejoin the band there on 30 July, in time for the show that night.

As far as I was concerned, every one of those guys in the band was absolutely 100 per cent accountable for that shit. Because they allowed it to go on, said Bob Barsotti. And we werent the only ones it happened to. We were just the last ones. We were the only ones who stood up and said something. When we started looking into it, there were incidents like that all across the country on that tour. Trashed hotel rooms. Trashed restaurants. Literally like twenty-thousand dollars worth of damages at some restaurant in Pennsylvania. Really outrageous stuff. Like where they physically abused waiters and people in the restaurant, and then just bought them off.

They would do things after the show, said Peter Barsotti. The traditional go get chicks out of the audience for the band. I remember standing by the ramp and seeing these guys get girls to come over. It was like no other feeling Id ever experienced. It was like these girls were going to be sacrificed. I wanted to go out and grab these girls and say, Dont do it, honey. Dont do it. Im as hardcore as the next guy. But I was afraid for these girls.

If it could be possible, worse was to come. Arriving on 26 July at the Royal Orleans Hotel in New Orleans, Plant received a phone call from his wife in England: she told her husband that Karac, their five-year-old son, was seriously ill and had been taken to hospital.

Then came another call from her. Karac had died.

A devastated Plant flew back to England. All remaining dates on that eleventh Led Zeppelin tour of the United States were cancelled.

At the funeral of Karac, Plant was joined by Bonham and Cole. But there was no Page, who had flown instead to Cairo, where he was ensconced by the pyramids in the luxurious Mena House Hotel. Jones, for his part, had simply resumed his family holiday. And Grant had also remained in the US. Plant would not forget this.

On 26 July Graham received a call from the Zeppelin manager. I hope youre happy, Grant muttered down the line.

What are you talking about? Graham asked.

Thanks to you, Robert Plants kid died today.

That one absurd assessment by Grant captured everything that had gone wrong with Jimmy Pages Led Zeppelin project.

Just considering the death of Karac Plant sets off an inescapable collision of images of those nude blond children crawling up the boulders on the Houses of the Holy sleeve, and of the child being held aloft, as though for sacrifice. You cant help but feel that this might have crossed the mind of the bereft Robert Plant on his wretched plane ride home.

The Oakland incident, and the death of his singers son, marked an extraordinary, certainly hubristic fall for Jimmy Page, who since the beginning of Led Zeppelin in 1968 had become the greatest archetype of a globally successful rock star that Britain has ever seen.

Jimmy Page grew up in the hypocrisy of the United Kingdom in the 1950s and found three chords that saved him, said his friend Michael Des Barres. As Led Zeppelin developed, heroin was obviously the fuel of that mad coach ride through the countryside. And inevitable.

The mystery of Led Zeppelin had been established almost entirely through the endless enigma that is Page; later, as the apprentice matured, Plant would offer a separate sort of leadership within the group. In tandem with their extraordinarily lyrical atmospherics, Zeppelins complex beats were the dominant soundtrack for popular culture for nigh on a decade. But the music was only one part of it; without Pages extremely pure comprehension of the intangibles of rock n roll the perfect manner in which to exit a limousine, for example Led Zeppelin would not have been granted their place in the pantheon of rock n roll gods.

From the very start those first publicity pictures with his fluttering eyelashes and choirboys face Page displayed a slightly smirking look of utter confidence and haughty control, with a hidden promise of something sinister cloaked beneath it. There is that very early photograph of the four Led Zeppelin musicians in 1968 clustered around the bonnet of a Jaguar Mk 2 3.8, which had a reputation as a bank robbers car. Page is encased in a then fashionable double-breasted overcoat, its collar pulled rakishly up; he stares at the camera from between those curtains of crimped black hair, smouldering with self-assurance and poise. It is an image maintained in the first official promotional shot of the band, issued by Atlantic Records: the utter Capricorn control of Page leaning over the other three members his string-pulling hands resting on the shoulders of the two Midlands neophytes, drummer John Bonham and Plant, who resembles a frightened faun caught in the headlights.





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