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What I Learned From Led Zeppelin’s Jimmy Page About Creativity

I was a child the first time Led Zeppelin was huge, but I had an older brother who had older friends and so the “Gods of Rock Music” were frequently played on our stereos and Stairway To Heaven was always on the radio. Always. It was only very recently though that I stumbled across their quieter songs. I was searching on You Tube for nothing and “discovered” Thank you, That’s the Way and Going To California played live in concert, but only on acoustics.

So I jumped down the rabbit hole of research and learned Led Zeppelin has several quiet songs, beautiful songs. Each member of the band is considered an accomplished musician. Robert Plant was (is) not just a one of a kind banshee preening and wailing, he could also sing sweet, deeply moving ballads.

Then I learned about the group’s founder, Jimmy Page.

I’ll just focus on his professional life and how learning about how he grew and managed his career has provided me with lessons about being a writer.

#1 Childhood Obsessions Are Often Your True Path in Life

Jimmy Page found a guitar left behind in the house where he and his parents moved. It never left his side. He carried it everywhere. So much so, that teachers at school had to take it away from him. His parents though were supportive as long as he “kept his grades.”

I was a child that was given a diary when I was about eight and clutched it like it held the most precious treasures in the world, which it did- my writing. It had the clasp with a lock. It wasn’t big enough to capture all my daily writing and so I also carried a spiral notebook. I spent hours outside, sitting under a tree, writing. I declared at age 11 “I’m going to be a writer when I grow up.” (The fact that my mom threw ice water on that dream and it took me forever to return to it is another story for another day)

#2 Be Willing to Go Public With Your Gift.

Jimmy Page played skiffle guitar with a band on the BBC at age 13.

I published poems in the literary magazine and wrote stories for the newspaper in high school (we won state awards), but went secret with my writing for years. Lost confidence? Sold out to earning a degree so I could make money? Eventually, when asked what I “did for a living,” I would say , “If I could wave a magic wand, I’d be a published author.”

Finally, I started submitting and I started being published.

#3 Learn Your Craft

Jimmy Page was the top session guitarist in the UK by age 17. A session musician is a master at his/her instrument and is usually the artist you actually hear on records. For example, the musicians you actually hear on the Beach Boys records are a group of session musicians known as the Wrecking Crew.”

Page talks about how he learned to show up on time day after day, play what was wanted/needed, learned to read and write music, learned how to compose, engineer and produce. Fun Fact: It was the session violinist father of actor David McCallum (Man From Uncle, NCIS) who suggested to Page he try a bow with his guitar.

Me? I’ve taken writing courses to learn all aspects of the craft of writing itself AND the publishing industry (just as important).

#4 Take Risks

Jimmy Page quit being a well paid, steady working session musician when he was asked to play the equivalent of MUZAK. He joined the Yardbirds for a while and then, when they broke up, created what became Led Zeppelin.

This is where I still struggle. I haven’t completely ditched my comfy “day job,” but I’m writing and submitting more than I’m not. (Great Spirit, spur me on)

#5 Do Three Versions Then Pick the Best

Page is known for extraordinary guitar solos both in recordings and , especially, live. He has said that he would record his solos three times then pick the best one for the albums.

I see the benefit in having multiple drafts of my stories, but I listen to too many (unpublished) writers talk about how many drafts they have of their story. For some, it’s been going on for years with the same story. At some point, we have to pick the best one and go with it.

#6 Find a Partner to Run the Business Side

Jimmy Page had Peter Grant. The deal was that the band focus on the music and Grant would handle everything else. It worked. They became one of the biggest (if not the biggest) rock bands of all time. Still hugely popular.

Writers need a Literary agent. We just do. We need to write and they need to find our publishers and advocate for us.

#7 Stay in Charge of The Creative Side

Jimmy Page produced all Led Zeppelin’s music and still curates the band.

Writers need to make sure the publishing process keeps you with input on book design, ownership of rights, understand distribution, reprints, etc. While you want to focus on the writing and your Literary Agent should handle the heavy side of the business, pay attention– manage your creation.

Time now to listen to music. Perhaps some Led Zeppelin, yes?

Fallen From Her Grace

photo from NASA

I, too, would shout and scream

kick and bite

and do every dirty trick

I could

If you were trying to hurt me

and had been doing so for a long time.

Floods, tornadoes, extreme heat, pandemic…

have had to become your defense weapons.

And so, my Mother Earth,

I have no complaint with you.

You have no choice.

You have forgiven us too many times before

and we are no longer

worthy of your grace.

I Would Color This Winter Wind

The birds knew it just before I did.

They had been singing and flying tree to tree

following me on my morning walk.

The air was very still.

It was quiet except for the serenade of the birds…and squirrels.

Then silence.

They all landed on trees or scurried into bushes.

I stopped.

Then we were all blasted with the north wind.

This is how winter arrives in north Texas.

If I could color this wind

it would be a mix of white white white

and fresh sea blue.

It would be a swirl of these colors

rolling across the sky

leaving a shivering trail.

Nothing moves after it passes.

The grass, still green,

is shocked.

Not a blade bends.

This is when I bundle up and stay outside.

My neighbors know my blue ankle length Arctic coat

With boots, ski pants, hat, sweater and gloves.

I’m a pudgy figure waddling around our empty streets.

I belong outside.

I always have.

Mostly I like it warm,

just wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

But I’ve found a way to be in cold weather.

A kind of winter solidarity with the animals

who have no choice

other than to seek shelter and warmth

snuggled under leaves

and in bushes and nests.

I talk to them as I walk around.

I don’t see them

but I know they are there.

They know I’ll keep pouring water over the ice in the bird bath

and saucers I’ve set out for them.

I imagine them peering out at me.

I think they are thanking me.

I know I am them.

Morning Walk

The moon

looks like a gentle watercolor

fading in the sky this morning.

Only the birds and squirrels

seem to be awake

and me.

There’s a falcon

sitting on a neighbor’s mailbox.

A falcon.

In the city.

I stopped and looked.

The falcon stopped and looked too.

Then he flew away.

And I walked on.

There’s a very thin layer on ice

on the creek,

I stop

and just look as the sunlight

glistens it.

As I round the curve in the road

back toward my house

I remember Thich Nhat Hanh

who died earlier today.

I thank him for teaching the world

how to walk

mindfully.

22 enero 2022