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I have to get inspired by something that touches my soul, or rocks my soul.

Steven Tyler

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Aerosmith performing at Boston College, 1973

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Aerosmith with their ex heroin dealer

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And it always seems you got somethin' on your mind other than me

Jimmy Page and Lynn Collins

(l to r) Jimmy, Lynn and an unidentified man, 1968

Page pushed the group to at least fulfill its recording and live contracts, bringing to Columbia Studios in New York City some new songs he wanted to get down, including a plaintive ballad titled "Knowing That I'm Losing You." Perhaps a wistful tribute to Jackie DeShannon (he was spotted with a brunette named Lynn Collins that trip) [spring 1968], the Yardbirds' "Knowing" was never finished, but Page brought it out again with Led Zeppelin, where it became the beautiful "Tangerine."

Jimmy Page: Magus, Musician, Man, by George Case, 2007

I left Terry Reid's place with an old brown suitcase and caught the train to London and then another train to Pangbourne in Berkshire, where Jimmy lived. He had a little place with a slipperstone boat in a wooden boathouse. I knocked on the door, and his girlfriend, Lynne [sic], this spectacularly alternative looking woman, opened the door and I was immediately transported into a real Californian scene.

—Robert Plant, Led Zeppelin: Early Days, MOJO, 2019

I was living on 21st Street in New York with a beautiful party girl named Lynn Collins in early 1969, at the same time I was working with my band in Boston. Late in January, Led Zeppelin played at the Boston Tea Party and I went to see them with Henry Smith. I sat cross-legged in the back of the room, smoking a joint, waiting to see whether Jimmy Page could live up to the hype of the huge advance Led Zeppelin had gotten. A couple of hours later, Led Zeppelin ran out of songs after they'd played their whole first album, so they had to do a bunch of Elvis Presley tunes because we wouldn't let them get offstage. They literally brought me to tears with the middle section of "Dazed and Confused." The dynamics and power were unbelievable! It was foreplay, fucking, and climaxing. Led Zeppelin was like great sex, and it was so heavy that it made me cry.

The only other time I ever cried over Led Zeppelin was an hour after the show, when Jimmy Page emerged from the dressing room with a beautiful girl on his arm. I would have been very impressed, except it was Lynn Collins, the girl I'd been living with up to that moment, and I was getting an incredible visual of my clothes being thrown out into the alley on 21st Street.

But Jimmy Page was such a motherfucker onstage that I couldn't hold it against him.

—Steven Tyler, Walk This Way: The Autobiography of Aerosmith, 1997