In the Midlands pubs, they didn’t want him because he played too loudly; it’s a pity that all the bands wanted him as their drummer. He never considered himself great, too humble. I won't even talk about the drummer; he made history. The man Bonham is my closest traveling companion, perhaps because we are similar (we were born on the same day). A sensitive person, deeply connected to his family; he hated being away so much that he had to become someone else, and with alcohol, he eliminated his paranoia and insecurities and became the Beast. But John was one of us, someone who found his greatest happiness and serenity on his tractor at his farm. A beautiful book (which obviously didn’t achieve "success" because it didn’t spew nonsense for shock value) is the one written by his brother a few years ago. It shows us Bonham, the man, with both his strengths and flaws, like everyone else. Thank you, John Henry, for the next birthday we will celebrate, as always, together. I hope you and your friend Keith are somewhere breaking some eardrums as always.
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