Bad Finger

We learned about being selected for Zep tickets on Oct. 23.

"Can this be real? Is it a scam?"

We researched. It was legit. It was real. It was some kind of blessing from the ghost of Ahmet Ertegun.

So we did the only sane thing. We went for it.

But once we bought our Zeppelin tickets online, I made a mistake.

I said, "Remember, baby, we have to be cool. Anything could happen -- we could get to London and there could be no show. Jimmy Page could break his hand or something."

A week later, Nov. 1st, Fran calls me at work.

"Are you sitting down?"

It was being announced Page had fractured his finger in a fall.

The concert was pushed two weeks, to Dec. 10.

I thought two things.

1) I'm psychic. No wait -- I'm telekinetic!

2) It's the freaking Zeppelin jinx!

So now, as a soothsayer of the Zeppelin mysteries, I offer a two new pronouncements.

1) The "Zeppelin Curse" is abolished.

2) Playing hurt is bad ass. Playing hurt is heroic. Jimmy Page is going to play hurt.
Long live Jimmy Page.