Robert Plant.
While on tour promoting Led Zeppelin's "Physical Graffiti", Plant stood on a balcony at the Hyatt Regency Hotel overlooking Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood. As he looked down from the balcony he noticed the massive billboard advertising the new album and exalted "I am a Golden God!"
Here's the view we had from our room at the Hyatt, dubbed the "Riot Hyatt" back in the day when all the biggest rock stars stayed there. I'm not claiming we stayed in the same room as Robert Plant, but that view looks pretty damned similar to me!
We'd taken highway 74 from Palm Springs all the way out to the coast the day before the Oscars and every single motorcycle and sports car in the state was out there with us. Then it was a nice easy cruise alongside the ocean on the Pacific Coast Highway up to our Fancy Schmancy hotel. There was a pool on the roof and everything. Beth had gotten a staff rate on a room that came complete with a sun room where the balcony used to be. According to Beth management got tired of people like Jim Morrison swinging off the balconies and enclosed them. The house of Blues was right in front of us so we went there for an excellent dinner followed by a couple of atrocious heavy metal bands and one half decent one. (Beth and I have different opinion about which one was which) Their reputation for food is the direct opposite of their reputation for entertainment. But the people watching sure was entertaining, I didn't think any one bar could hold that many tattoos, studs, and leather.
We spent the morning sight seeing, ran a twisting stretch of Mulholand drive past the homes of the rich and famous, took a side trip through the hills just north of LA, then blasted back down the Interstate to retire to the hot tub, beverages in hand. I am so going to hate leaving this place. Next weekend: 60-Way Speed in Perris. It's like 10-Way Speed, but with six times as many people.
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