The Hammock Papers: Plant

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22 June 2026

26 October 2025

Slapped.

PETA have reached out to Led Zeppelin frontman Robert Plant, and urged him to temporarily change his name to "Robert Plant Wool."

Would you care for a little bitumen slapped up your alley?

19 October 2025

08 June 2025

Robert Plant, "Worse Than Detroit"

24 August 2024

14 March 2024

Released.

Encomium was released on this day in 1995.

That summer I was playing this album in a bar I managed and an old, grizzled Ian Anderson-looking guy came up to me and said this is the greatest bar album ever.

G'on an' argue 'at, too.

STP, "Dancing Days" ...

04 November 2023

Donovan, "Season of the Witch"

Robert Plant does the honors ...

I love it when a cover is better than the original.

19 October 2023

Robert Plant, "Gallows Pole"

With a hurdy-gurdy prelude by Nigel Eaton ...

20 August 2023

Happy Birthday, Plant

Robert Plan was born on this day in 1948.

"Rainbow" ...

25 June 2023

Always.

Löwenbräu pitchers are half-priced, try the Angels-on-Horseback, and don't forget ... it's always five plays for a dollar.

Pete Townshend, "Face Dances, Part II"

David Gilmour, "All Lovers are Deranged"

Alan Parsons Project, "Prime Time"

Robert Plant, "Ship of Fools"

Yes, "Lift Me Up"

31 January 2023

Robert Plant, "Takamba"

Tricks and mirror

Slight of hand

Hoola hoola

Promised land

14 October 2022

Released.

Robert Plant released No Quarter on this day in 1994.

"Yallah" ...

20 August 2022

Happy Birthday, Plant

Robert Plant was born on this day in 1948.

"Nobody's Fault but Mine" ...

02 August 2022

Standouts.

If you haven't heard the Broken Record series yet, do yourself a favor.

A few standouts ...

Henry Rollins

Lindsey Buckingham

Sonny Rollins

Robert Plant

Micheal Stipe

Flea with Macolm Gladwell

07 July 2022

"Hang care!" exclaimed he. "This is a delicious evening; the wine has a finer relish here than in the house, and the song is more exciting and melodious under the tranquil sky than in the close room, where the sound is stifled. Come, let us have a bacchanalian chant—let us, with old Sir Toby, make the welkin dance and rouse the night-owl with a catch! I am right merry. Pass the bottle, and tune your voices—a catch, a catch! The lights will be here anon."

Charles Ollier, from "The Haunted Manor-House of Paddington"

For best results, listen to this ... Robert Plant, "Black Country Woman" ...

The euphony transformed me and inundated my soul in a roguish countenance, the likes of which I had know well in younger days. Such impishness soon drove out the complaints of the day.

Umberto Limongiello

28 June 2022

Released.

Robert Plant released his debut solo album, Pictures at Eleven, on this day in 1982.

"Worse than Detroit" ...

24 June 2022

Robert Plant, "In the Mood"

Together.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

26 April 2022

Robert Plant, "Shake My Tree"

10 April 2022

Tinder.

Robert Plant was featured on a recent episode of the BBC's "Desert Island Discs" ...

My imagination is like a tinder box.

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

WALT WHITMAN

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."