Yesterday, during my perusal of my reader feeds, I came upon a plethora of amateur videos from the Led Zeppelin concert at the O2 in England. I found one of “Stairway to Heaven” and posted it here. YouTube may have pulled that video (as Sunni says in her comment here). I don’t blame YouTube. I doubt they came up with the plan to pull so many amateur videos. They get their traffic from hosting them. I offer here another piece, this one of only the solo from “Stairway,” to take the unavailable one’s place:

I have a few more supplementary Led Zeppelin links and some additional comments below.

First, it sounds as though Jimmy Page’s finger has healed. Here’s a much earlier and longer version of that solo; plus, the entire song with an accompanying picture, which may make the use a “fair use.”

I suppose that “Stairway” may rank as my favorite Led Zeppelin piece, though I seldom enjoy picking any small subset of my favorite things. Led Zeppelin epitomizes an era for me, the era when I entered adulthood. I love the band and their music, not more than any other; however, they would reside in most short lists I might reluctantly make.

My son, Joe, has lately entered that same era of early adulthood. For a while now he has found his own favorite music, which has its own distinctive character different from my old favorites. However, he grew up hearing many of my favorites and likes them too.

He now plays the guitar and does quite well at it, something I never accomplished. He even does a fair acoustic version of “Stairway.” I believe it was one of the milestones he set for himself at one time. I e-mailed him a link to my blog entry and an amateur video of “Black Dog” from O2 as well. I listed “Black Dog” first as he and I have joked about Bob Plant’s “gibberish” at one point in that piece. He looked and listened to “Black Dog” but kept “Stairway” for later. I guess he may not get to see it now.

I have a vague memory of reading a short story once (maybe one of Shaun Saundersshort pieces) about erasing personal memories to satisfy copyright holders. (Maybe my memories of that story have been partially erased without me knowing, which sounds like a Philip K. Dick story.) However, I can’t find the memory erasure story online now with a casual Google search.

I doubt any Led Zeppelin members requested pulling amateur videos from YouTube. As this sort of corporatist interference in everyday life advances I continue to wonder how many parasites actual producers can tolerate. When will people develop a more organized resistance to artificially contrived scarcity, or as some people call it: “intellectual property” ?