A voice stepping sideways from the myth
The 1990 conversation with Robert Plant catches him between the glare of Led Zeppelin and the sharper weather of Manic Nirvana, the solo record he had just put into the world that spring. He is loose enough to laugh and exact enough to refuse the easy myth of the golden god. What he keeps circling is craft: rooms, habits, the strange labor of a voice that still has to survive playback once the legend steps aside. The old band hangs in the air as weather, not as a script he is willing to read.
