The Day I Met My Idol

Everyone remembers the day they met their idol, if of course they ever got the chance to.

It’s the day your biggest inspiration takes a physical form. You achieve a deep sense of catharsis seeing for your own eyes the very person who drove you to hold the dreams and aspirations you have.

More than that, it’s a moment when you realise that it’s all possible for you to achieve yourself. Your idol achieved great success at something you admire them for, and they’re there right in front of you to prove it.

Last night I saw Robert Plant live in concert. At 64, he still has the greatest voice I’ve ever heard. And he’s still a great showman to boot.

Plant is now one of the most successful musicians alive today. He’s been making music for over four decades now, and has continuously moved onwards and adapted to new musical trends.

Throughout my teenage years, and still today, Robert Plant, along with the other members of Led Zeppelin, helped me define who I was.

Their music, and his lyrics, are still those that resonate with me the most.

But it was Robert Plant’s lyrics that were a major motivation for me wanting to become a writer. He is perhaps my favourite poet, thanks to his fantastic ability to craft words into something magical (and, given the reputation of Led Zeppelin, I do not say that lightly).

He, like myself, was a huge Tolkien aficionado and this was largely reflected in his poetry. He used fantastical Tolkienesque language and imagery to convey his stories, being able to turn basic themes such as sexuality, drug-use, fame, even the companionship he shared with his dog, into something of fantasy.

But there was always something ethereal or mystical which permeated through his words. Always immersed in other cultures and spiritual codes, Plant – with the help of the music of his band-mates – was able to transport you to different times and settings, always a sign of a great communicator.

Seeing him last night turned my aspirations as a writer from something abstract and intangible into something real and attainable.

Perhaps I’ll forever remember it as the day I met my idol. I sincerely hope I get the chance to make this same impact on someone else in the future.

One response to “The Day I Met My Idol

  1. Thank you, again. Another post that I can relate so very strongly to. My idol was someone I met through a strange series of events, though at first I didn’t meet him at all. I loved him for his art. I wanted to talk to him. To me it was the most daunting and exciting thing I could ever do. An illusive goal.

    The rest is some whirlwind.

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