I've always been interested in the fact that language allows you to create sentences that are unique in the history of human existence. For example, I believe I am the only person in history to ever utter the sentence, "That poor guy came here to listen to Zep, and all he can hear is you calling your sister a butthole!" Yes, the whole family went to the planetarium for Laser Zeppelin. 
No, none of us were high. In fact, there was a surprising lack of cannabis odor from the other patrons as well. Anyway, the show was a fantastic combination of cool and cheesy. It was pretty much like staring at a really cool screen saver for an hour while gettin' the Led out. (I have to say I think the whole thing could have been louder, though. I could hear myself think, which is usually a good thing, but I think the experience would have been a little better if my bones had been rattled a little bit.)
One song had a spaceship theme (can't remember which one), "The Immigrant Song" featured Viking imagery, though the opening ahhh-ahhhh-ahhhh--AH! appeared to be screeched by a crow, which sent us all into hysterics, as did the image of the woman in cowboy boots and stetson doing country line dancing during "Livin' Lovin' Maid." (Or is that "Live-in, Love-in Maid?" Do you think that song might be about Alice from the Brady Bunch? I'm just wondering.)
The kids had a great time pointing out what the abstract and non-abstract squiggles were. Thus when the round hills appeared above us at the end of "Over the Hills and Far Away," the other patrons delighted as our kids said, "It's a butt!" (It really did look like a butt. Not sure if that's intentional or not.)
A good time was had by all, except for the other patrons, who probably wanted to kill us.
