Robert Plant thought of his audience, not as a sea of cowards, but as an ocean. The song, from Houses of the Holy, is a wonderful, joyous celebration. Here it is live from New York in 1973.
I'm going to the hospital tomorrow - at 6:30 am! - to have something out. Three people were supposed to phone me:
Surgeon's person making sure I had insurance: Completed.
Hospital's person making sure I had insurance: Completed. (She also managed to bill me the 10% and the co-pay in advance...she'll go far.)
Anesthesiologist checking to see I'm healthy and how I react to anesthesia so that he can get set: Hasn't phoned.