Our First Blog Post

Cool! Our very first blog post!

Welcome to Enzepplopedia’s brand-new website. Enzepplopedia is devoted to Led Zeppelin, because of my brother Frank Reddon’s
encyclopaedic knowledge of the band. My name’s Lou Anne and I’ll be the one writing here most often, especially at the very beginning.

Anything that’s said about Led, though, is coming from Frank, the expert. Because there’s no way I could make this stuff up. OK? You already know far more about Zeppelin than I ever will, although I’m learning, thanks to the bro.

Frank and I hope you’ll enjoy your stay here. We have a sister site, too, where you’ll find even more information. I’ll tell you about that later.

First, let’s get acquainted.

Frank’s an extreme kind of guy. He doesn’t do anything by half. He’s training to run his SIXTH 100-miler at the end of May. That’s like running from Buffalo, New York to downtown Toronto.

Except this will be a trail run along the Niagara Escarpment. Mud. Hills. Forests. Wild animals. A real chance of plunging over a cliff in the dark. No thanks. Frank can have it.

Why do you need to know that? Because his Zeppelin project has also been an ultra-marathon. It started the first time he ever heard Led Zeppelin. He was 9.

We come from a musical family. Mom played piano. Dad was a dentist who would have preferred being a professional euphonium player. I hack away at piano and flute. And then there’s Frank. The most gifted one of the whole clan.

When he was two years old, Grandpa gave him a rocking horse for Christmas and Santa gave him a pair of cymbals. Real ones. Dad would put a brass band record on his hi-fi, Frank would mount his steed and rock in perfect time to the music.

There might have been only one single, solitary cymbal crash on the entire record. But our Frankie was ready. He’d dismount, race to his bedroom, grab the cymbals, remount his horse and CRASH! He’d play those cymbals at precisely the right moment. Never missed a beat.

Silly bugger. It was hilarious to watch. At the time, he also did a lot of other weird stuff that he’d kill me for telling you about. (But I might, if you leave a comment and politely enquire…).

So I didn’t really pay much attention to his musical quirks. How could I know he was developing a wicked ear and had a raw talent for music?

This was fun but I’ll have to pick up the story with our next blog post. ‘Til then, Frank and I hope you enjoy the new site. And thanks for dropping by!

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