So last week, during our day trip to London -- a town that actually DOES swing like a pendulum do, as it turns out -- we were at the Victoria and Albert Museum, which is not at all as stuffy as it sounds, taking in (among other delights) a recent exhibition on the early days of British Rock titled Halfway to Paradise, which was quite fab. If it reaches these shores, I highly recommend it.
But as we were wandering around, we came across some other rock exhibits, including a little display case housing the following items.
Mick Jagger's jumpsuit from the 1972 Rolling Stones tour.
And this custom designed little outfit worn by Jimmy Page on the Led Zeppelin tour the next year.
Apart from the fact that, with the benefit of hindsight, they're both pretty heinous in that hideous early 70s way-- and to be brutally honest, I absolutely HATED that outfit of Mick's at the time -- the thing that struck me most about the two costumes is -- jeebus christ, but those dudes are shrimps.
Seriously, I'm barely 5'8" and I'm Andre the Giant by comparison with Jagger and Page.
Randy Newman was right; apparently, you gotta pick those two up just to say hello.