To identify with Led Zeppelin is to revert back to the time in your life when they made an impact, or when they basically changed your life. For some, it was the BBC Sessions and for others, like myself it was the movie "The Song Remains the Same". They were the juggernaut, the Holy Grail, the mighty Zep and I tell my 16 year- old daughter all the time that she just plain missed the glory days of Rock and Roll. She has Justin Bieber and I had KISS. She has Lady Gaga and I had Pat Benatar. She has the Jonas Brothers and I had Van Halen. Yeah, she definitely missed the boat on the music that the aliens will really dig when they visit in years to come. But I digress...   One could muse that to identify with Led Zeppelin is to put into context an experience that could be measured in terms of either reward or loss. If you were one of the lucky ones, you got the chance to see them live and whether it was one of their famed "on" nights or the odd, "off" performance, you were still there and are one of the chosen ones that can tell their children that you were a witness to the majesty of that band. That would be the reward side of knowing Led Zep. In contrast, my remembrance of the band always leads first to loss, because in April of 1977, Zep played the Omni in Atlanta and simply put, I couldn't go. I was only 13 years old, in the 7th grade and when the concert was first announced, I heavily made my bid to attend the show. Please know that my problems were two- fold: First, I didn't know anyone old enough to drive to the show (outside of my parents) and secondly, most importantly (and unfortunately), my Mother had heard of the band. If it had been the Cockeyed Candywrappers I wanted see, I might have stood a chance but my Mom, God rest her soul was, to her dying day a devout Southern Baptist and no 13 year- old son of hers was going to see a band with mystic symbols, loud guitars and a long- haired guy screaming into a microphone. Nope, was not going to happen. Now I secretly have always thought that my Pops would have let me go if one of his brothers would have taken their kids (kind of like a family outing/boys night out), but none of them were going for it either, so my dream was doomed from the start. I was pissed back then and now, it's merely a scar from my pre- adolescent days. Girls would soon follow and this night of missed opportunity would be eased by the wooing of young love and nights at Six Flags Over Georgia.   These are the thoughts I eventually had after this Page arrived here in the 'Elkcave. It's got more case candy than you can shake a stick at, from the 2004 Official Gibson Catalog that announced the guitar to the edition of Playboy that mentioned these guitars as a "must have" toy for boys. It is pieces like these that we feel compelled to own, if only for a short time because of the thoughts and memories they inspire. Now it's your turn to experience the same and if you were around in the 70's, you know exactly what I am talking about...