So...last night I was watching this video of Led Zeppelin doing "Dazed and Confused" live, and I saw something that broke my heart and made me fall in love with Jonesy even more.
It happens between 5:48 and 6:20 (right at the beginning of the proto-"Achilles Last Stand" riff). Jonesy and Bonham have this moment where Bonzo looks sad and Jonesy looks concerned and then reassuring and they have this whole beautifully candid and emotional wordless exchange and I can't even-
(It's in the freaking thumbnail! A still from this moment is the thumbnail for the whole ass 10+ minute video asdfghjkl)
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King Joel lost his wife to the Rapture. His match in heaven, his other half in beauty and magnificence. Yet he decided not to drown in his grief and rather carry on the Ocean Queen's legacy through the testament of time. He cheated death by slowly replacing his dying body with clay, sculpting himself to perfection and into the form of the god he has become several thousand years from then. He sculpted the most stunning depictions of the one he mourns, desperate to preserve her alongside himself. In her eyes he placed hearts of the sea, the exact shade of ocean-azure blue.
His memory has grown foggy like the clouds he wreathes himself in. He sits on a golden throne, knowing he's collected all this power to protect *her*, he formed himself eternal to remember *her*. But any sculpture he makes, something is off. Something is missing, and he stares at the blank, Aqua pearls of her eyes wistfully. He keeps his mind to her and himself, latching onto the dissipating images so they cannot slip. And yet, like water, they leak and evaporate.
He comes across this... creature. She hides her face, wears some strange features, but the mask she adorns is strikingly familiar. She gifts him crystals and scampers away, a promise to meet again chittering from her lips.
But he sees her, once, mask astrew. She doesn't look the same, a different creature, one of land, not sea. But her eyes dance of oceans and depths, and her slitted, dark pupil is ringed with shimmering gold.
He returns to his palace, to the countless sculptures he's poured himself into over the centuries, to the first sculpture of his creation since the End. And with the finest gold paint he can find, he finishes the puzzle; golden pupils he had once gazed into lovingly, that could lull him like the tide at dusk.
Her memory had been preserved, and maybe... maybe it was time to make new ones.
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