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this was really a crappy book; i give it two stars because of the interesting but lifeless information it gave me. facts. they had a lot of groupies. they fucked some girl with a shark they caught fishing out the hotel window. they did cocaine, then heroin. bonham bought a lot of cars but couldn't drive. jimmy had a 14-year old girlfriend he kept locked in his hotel room. robert plant's dog's name was strider. john paul jones... played bass. some other shit. most of it interesting. some not. but no insight into any of the guys in the band. at all. i don't even think the guy who wrote the book ever even talked to them. most of it seemed to be info from the manager and tour manager. this happened, then this, then we went here, there were girls, we fucked them with fishes, etc. and john bonham was a DICK. and i was glad when he died. true fact. of course then the band broke up, because you need the insane violent drunk asshole to hold the band together by making everybody else bond with each other to deal with him while he's assaulting people and trying to rape female reporters and stewardesses. he's gone, suddenly there's no shared sense of purpose and everyone wanders off to do heroin and make shitty albums with david coverdale.