Inside one of New York’s most elegant hotels, the new rock conglomerate, The Firm, has taken up residence, calling the place “home” for the last leg of its first U.S. tour. In the hotel’s bar, I’m waiting for Chris Slade’s arrival for our long anticipated interview. After several minutes slip by, three guys file in: Two wear silver outfits resembling space suits, and the third, wearing a jacket and trousers, dangles a cigarette between his lips. The trio is, respectively, Chris, Tony Franklin, and Jimmy Page. Chris greets me with a hearty hello, explaining that he and Tony had been at a photo session on a nearby rooftop that day for a Nike endorsement, hence the “astronaut “costumes. He apologizes for being late, and then dashes upstairs for a quick change of clothes before we get things under way. Meanwhile, Jimmy Page is playfully darting back and forth between the […]

October 1985 Issue