Good evening. Good evening. We must apologize for the ah, the slight delay, but um, we couldn't get into the building. We hadn't got any tickets. It's a fact/ We saw a well known scalper, but we, we blew it, you know? And it was blown as well. So tonight we better tell you what we intend to do. We intend to take six and a half yearof change, and give you, and give you just a little taste of the six and a half years. A little bit from here, like a pinch of the best. The best rock, if you take my meaning, starts like this.

Thank you very much. Thank you very much. ah. Feeling really invigorated by teh English weather you've been having, you know? It's ah, it's put us back into the healthy um, you know, sometimes on the road it get's a bit, and then you get the English weather in LA. That's too much. So whatch out. If you intend to sit still, forget it. We just managed ah, not only to get an album together Physical Grafitti, and ah, once again it has a large variety of material, and ah, parts of our conscienceness. We're gonna play some of it for you. This is the first one. IT comes from way way back. Older than my boots.

Thank you. I see the front row is filling up very slowly. Who is Atlantic Records? Right, now this is a song that you definitely will have heard before, unless you've had your ears shut for two and a half years. It depicts a tale, or rather, it lends itself to the serioes of events, and, and places, and ports of call, throughout the world that we stopped at where fortunately the foot of western man hadn't trodden too often, and it was in these places that everything seemed to be good, and wholesome, and cheap, and clean, and the red lights always shined brightly. In fact, the song always remained the same.

Ladies and gentlemen, for the benefit of anybody who was making a bootleg there, the twelve string was out of tune on The Song Remains the Same. HAng on a tic. Is that gonna be alright? We gonna ah, we gonna continue with John Paul Jones trying to manipulate a mobile orchestra. John Paul Jones on mellotron. Who, I might add, is looking a little bit harrassed by the sounds that are coming out of it. Harrassed, excuse me. This song is ah, a song that we created, or it created itself, amongst a lot of chaos and change and yet the song is basically quite a very straight forward, straight thinking thing. Lateral thinking, as my friend James put's it. ah This is a song about the wasted land. The land that was once green and fertile. Kashmir.

John Paul "Jones on mellotron. A complete Pakistani orchestra, all in one pool player. John's been studying and concentrating alot on the keyboards. He's also got into truck rental. You will excuse us if we have a good time, won't you? This is another track that features, hang on, John's in trouble. ah This short break should really be filled up with a bit of spiel, but ah, I really can't tell spielly things. There's a man in the wings who's really good at doing Lenny Bruce imitations. This is a track about, another song about a journey um, a journey which will never be finished for anybody. It's called No Quarter.

John Paul Jones grand piano, with taste in dodgy equipment. We seem to have a little trouble with the keyboard side of things at the moment, a little bit of buzzing and humming, but nevertheless, we shall hot things up a little bit. Now, a long time ago, in the south of America, in the south of North America, there was a guy called Robert Johnson who wrote a lot of really good blues things, and this maybe should be a tribute to his art or capabilities, this next song, cause, in a way, it's slightly relative in it's, or where it comes from. This is a song all about motor cars, but on the other hand, the drumming and the hammering is by courtesy of Acme Qualuude limited in the back. There's a guy building a chicken pen, can you hear it? Over to our roving reporter. This is called Trampled Underfoot.

Yes, that's one for the motor car trade, or the trade, or the motor car. ah Jimmy just broke two strings, and John Bonham is just about to have a hernia. Hang on a bit. We'd like to dedicate this next song to the Chateau Marmont, and the Continental Hyatt House, and all the places where there are cockroaches on the floor, and we're gonna feature now in fact the grand work, and the grand precussion skills of the one and only, Mr. Dynamo. Mr. Cockstarch, John Bonham. Moby Dick.

Bonzo Bonham. Let's hear it for John Bonham. Moby Dick. John Bonham. John Henry Bonham. Gardener of the year. Good evening. Nice of you to make it. Verbal Diarhea. A long time ago ah, when I was nineteen, we all got together in a room that cost two dollars fifty for a week just in case it didn't work, to see if it could work. The second thing that we tried made us sure. The first thing that we did is sign a contract. The second thing that we did, we were really sure that we should be together from now until the ultimate finale of the big bright light, and this is the second thing.

On guitar, Jimmy PAge. That was a combination of ah, key signatures that just will never occurr again. Amidst the rushing and the screaming of cowboys, I'm a cowboy in the sand ah, now here comes a song that we really, that we really really dig, and we find that we can get right across with no trouble at all. This is for the people beyond the third row. The people in the darkness. It goes something like this.

Long Beach, thank you very much for your time, and ah, good night. Well?

Ladies and gentlemen of Long Beach, good night. Sleep well. Half a qualuude with water.