Good evening.

We're having a bit of trouble. The guitar's falling apart. Anyway, it's very nice to be back. It's really nice to be back though. It wont take long. It's just a case of, hang on. Right, this is ah, this is one that was written about an old dog who used to go outside to see his woman while we were recording the last album, and he was nineteen years old, and he would leave in the morning, and unfortunately he used to get there and he couldn't make it back. We used to have to carry him back. He was a good dog, and he was a black dog.

Alright, now without technical glitches, we're gonna try to get it together. This is a song a little easier. This is ah, a song of love, the trials of love. This is called Since I've Been Loving You.

ah This is something else that's gonna send you to, ah, this was conceived, I think, in a moment of lightness. A moment of lightness meets the dark against the gloom. This is called ah, Stairway to Heaven. Good evening.

Thanks very much. Ta. If you could just sit down, as we sat down last time we were here. We're gonna do a medley of tunes. We went to see Elvis Presley the other day. Far out, as you would say. I tell you that that guy did so much for music a long time ago. He went in the army and never got hurt. He was really, I'll tell you what, he was really something. Now his voice has gone down now 2 or 3 tones, and keys seem to have changed a bit. His waist is a bit bigger than it was at one time. This is a song about ah, one of the best of the states in America, where we've had much fun, much pleasure in. I've forgotten how they called it on the lisence plates of the cars, ah , I don't know what it's called, but ah, this is really dedicated to when you're coming from Denver Colorado on an airplane, and you land in, in California, and come through about six hundred feet of grey rock, and it never goes away. Nevertheless, we think it is a good place. So we're Going to California.

This is ah, this is another one of those songs.

This is a song about the days of the flourescent green lights, and were inspired, but never written down, about the good days.

It's written about, I've got four dogs, and one of them's the father of ah, of the other two, and he's got blue eyes. His name's Stryder, and he's quite a character, and without Johnny Cash. We'd like to, at this point, put the spotlight on our precussionist who's singing. This is the ninth tour of America, and we've finnaly got him to a microphone, and he's two hundred and four pounds of good times. Maybe I told on him. Anyway, we're very happy these days.

He's a very good dog. Right, well we must. Mr. Bonham would like to say something, John? This is one for the man with the loudest voice. This is something that happened in the first three hours of our childhood. So we start with John Paul Jones.

Could you stand still? ah Could you stand still for a bit? Cause, our precussionist, ladies and gentlemen, straight from the international of Vegas. Weighing two hundred and four pounds. John Bonham. Moby Dick.

John Bonham. Let's hear it for John Bonham. John Henry Bonham. Good evening. Anyway, how's it for John Bonham? Let's hear it for John Bonham.

Thank youv ery much. Good night.

Thank you very much. Good night.