Years ago, I asked Robert Plant what he felt about the world’s love of ‘Stairway to Heaven’. He said he no longer really knew what the song was about, and it didn’t mean an awful lot to him. But, he added, that didn’t really matter because the people who loved the song had given it their own meaning. Songs don’t have to be as ubiquitous as ‘Stairway to Heaven’, however, to work their way into your soul. It’s perhaps even easier to develop a personal connection with a song that one doesn’t have to share with the entire world.
Last weekend I went to two shows that were very specifically about the past. At the Union Chapel – so cold that much of the crowd kept on their coats and woolly hats – I saw three guitarists chatting amiably as they cycled through their respective back catalogues.
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