One of my cousins was a huge Led Zeppelin fan back in the day. Several years ago, he purchased a DVD with concert footage, interviews, etc. I watched about an hour and half of it this afternoon. It was a nice trip down memory lane since they broke up when I was in college.
It's funny how time can alter perception. I still think Robert Plant was a stunning man with an amazing voice during his Led Zep days. I still count "Stairway to Heaven" and "Kashmir" among my favorite rock songs. What has changed is my perception of Plant's stage persona with Led Zeppelin. It veered very close to camp at times but for whatever reason, I didn't notice this when I was a teenager.
It's not just the skin tight, hiphugger jeans that left little to the imagination, the bare chest or his long, wavy blond hair. It's the way he moved on stage. The way he rocked back and forth with his hands on his hips, tossed back his hair and made fluttering hand gestures. It was like "I am a rock god. My band sells millions of albums. I've had more groupies than I can count. The normal rules of gender behavior simply do not apply to me."