“A girlfriend of a semi-well known rockstar attempts to get into Jimmy’s room several times with no success. (…) Plant is a vision now in rolled up blue jeans, white ankle socks, no shirt (of course) and a room service napkin shaped like a diaper on top of his head. “Hmm, dressing to the right, I see,” says Jimmy, and the two playfully toss each other about on the floor for a minute. (…) We leave the Plaza to have dinner down the block at the “Nirvana” Indian restaurant, and Plant waves to the taxi drivers as he promenades (there is no other word for it) down the street. The owners and waiters at Nirvana make a big fuss over Mr. Personality, much affection all around, (…) “Have you got any fresh dania?” asks Robert, showing off to the Indian waiters. Then he turns and says, “I should know about this food, I married an Indian…” “So you tell them every time you come in here,” laughs Jimmy. Robert fondles Jimmy’s knee under the table. “You used to do it over the table,” camps Page. “You know, they always call me a screaming banshee in reviews,” Robert says, “what does that mean in Indian?”
—Creem magazine, May 1975 (2/2)
source is
http://the-jimbertcult.tumblr.com/post/14936646301/for-proof-that-jimmy-and-robert-were-a-couple
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