Three guitarists...one rock, one punk, one post both of these...ruminate on their careers and celebrate themselves in a way that skirts uncomfortably close to Spinal Tap. The big surprise to me was that Jimmy Page, the big hair, tight pants god of Led Zeppelin seemed to be a nice guy.
The guy from U2 was an inarticulate, stone-faced mick who bragged about his inability to play his instrument when the band first burst on the scene. He has since learned and acquired a vast collection of electronic doodads.
Jack White was an embarrassing mess...a grown man with a silly hat and a bad haircut who played really obnoxious variations on 12-bar blues. His screeching "singing" could easily remove paint from walls.
The tone here was worshipful but it was close enough to parody to tickle me. And Stairway to Heaven is still a great song.
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