Don't Pull The Thang Out

Austin will lose three of its most outstanding citizens when J.I., J.N., and K.O. leave, without concrete plans of returning, this week. Last night I was celebrating with two of them at a local eat-drinkery. The jukebox, or its modern equivalent, was on a roll, playing Creedence, Cream, The Doors, The Stones, and that granddaddy of them all, Zeppelin. I was naturally getting into a fervor, and at the end of Thank You I caught myself insisting that the guttural G to G-sharp bend at the beginning of Heartbreaker simply had to be played, just the way Living Loving Maid is required listening after - uh - Heartbreaker. In the future, how about just not even teasing me with the Zeppelin unless you're going to go all the way through the disc with it?