Originally appeared in Folk Roots Magazine Aug/Sept 2000 Nos. 206/207
by Nigel Williamson

Priory Of Brion: Andy Edwards, Kevin Gammond, Robert Plant,
Paul Timothy, and Paul Wetton

It’s a Saturday night in late May at the Cheese & Grain in Market Yard in the sleepy Somerset town of Frome. The last major excitement at the venue was when the Baron Knights were in town. But tonight there is an electricity in the air. Back stage in a tiny whitewashed dressing room no bigger than a toilet, a familiar figure with a leonine mane of golden curls is putting on an outrageous silk shirt. Its flamboyance is incongruous for this must rank as one of Britain’s most unglamorous venues. There are already three or four well-wishers in the small room which means you have to breath in just to get through the door. Robert Plant sees me and waves me in. “It’s a long way from the king of cock rock,” he says by way of greeting. ||Continue reading||

Originally appeared on Houses of the Holy

by Christopolo

What to do if you are a fiftysomething gentleman whose career to date consists principally of delivering the lyrics “If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow/don’t be alarmed now/it’s just a springclean/for the May queen” without laughing, while simultaneously driving every single female member of your audience wild? ||Continue reading||