Led Zeppelin sued for copyright infringement over “Stairway to Heaven”

TORONTO — One of the most famous riffs in rock history has sparked legal action against Led Zeppelin.

More than four decades after the release of “Stairway to Heaven,” the song’s opening notes are the subject of a copyright infringement lawsuit filed by the estate of Randy California, the late Spirit guitarist.


The lawsuit alleges the “Stairway to Heaven” chord progression is copied from “Taurus,” an instrumental piece California wrote that appeared on Spirit’s debut album in 1968.

Led Zeppelin’s Jimmy Page and Robert Plant are credited as writers of “Stairway to Heaven.”

According to Conde Nast Portfolio, “Stairway to Heaven” had earned at least $562 million by 2008. Never released as a single, the song appears on Led Zeppelin’s fourth studio album, which has sold more than 23 million copies.

California’s trust is seeking damages and an injunction preventing Led Zeppelin from releasing a remastered version of the album in June. It is asking that California be given a writing credit on the song.

The guitarist, who died in 1997 at 45 trying to save his son from a rip current, had earlier told Listener magazine he believed “Stairway to Heaven” is a “ripoff.”

He added: “The guys made millions of bucks on it and never said ‘Thank you,’ never said ‘Can we pay you some money for it?’ It’s kind of a sore point with me.”

Jason Elzy of Warner Music told Bloomberg Businessweek: “Both Led Zeppelin and Warner Music will be offering no comment for this story.”



Led Zeppelin sued for copyright infringement over “Stairway to Heaven”

Petition to Classify Feminism as a Terrorist Group

Over the years feminism has constantly attacked men and women for choosing to live their lives the way they want to. These actions have now progressed to physical violence where we have seen feminists violently attack men who are concerned about mens issues.Repeated attacks in Canada and elseware have left many injured and maimed. Another feminist cell activated recently and is planning on attacking another talk for men in the US. Its time we stopped the violence, its time we put a stop to the hatred feminists are constantly generating. Its time we stopped womens studied courses from brainwashing women into thinking they are victims. Its time these misandric loonatics are stopped.






I guess the non feminist population is over 80% since that survey



That’s Kind of Racist, Dude

A Waiter at a Seattle Restaurant Serves Up a Microaggression That I Can’t Let Go Of

Ithought I could let this go, but I can’t. A few months ago, I was part of a group of Korean American authors who’d gathered for happy hour at a tony restaurant in downtown Seattle. We’d come to the city from all corners of the country for a literary conference, and we were happy to reunite with one another, feeling festive after a long day of panels and meetings.

When almost all of us were seated, our (white) waiter stood at the head of the table and addressed us. “So, is this your first time in the United States?” he asked our group. We burst out laughing. Several of us had already ordered drinks from him, had been exchanging pleasantries with him and telling him about the conference—speaking in perfect, unaccented English. After all, we’re all novelists and short story writers and poets who have published books—written in perfect, unaccented English. We assumed our waiter was joking, cleverly mocking the stereotype about all Asians being fresh off the boat. He couldn’t have been serious. But he kept talking, and it became apparent that he was.

Most of us were flummoxed. As Korean American writers, we have explored and recounted, in books and articles, various incidents of racism in our lives. We have tussled, over and over, with the issues of ethnicity and identity. Yet we have felt the need of late to start pushing beyond these subjects—not because America is now “post-racial,” as some would claim, but because we have said our piece and want to tackle other themes. Younger Asian American writers in particular are yearning to break out of the ethnic-literature box. Racism, though extant, isn’t as pressing a topic to us anymore as our primary literary focus. There may still be tweets like The Colbert Report’s that will call for the establishment of a “Ching-Chong Ding-Dong Foundation for Sensitivity to Orientals or Whatever.” There may still be frat boys and sorority girls dressing in yellowface on Halloween. There may still be TV reporters who butcher Korean pilots’ names for a chuckle or make ill-advised puns about Jeremy Lin. But overt racism—slurs, bullying, discrimination—isn’t something we experience as much as we used to, particularly in big cities on the coasts, and we’ve been ready to move on. As writers, we’ve gotten kind of bored rehashing this stuff.

So this waiter surprised us. His remarks were an unexpected anomaly in a posh restaurant smack in the middle of Seattle, a liberal, cosmopolitan city where Asian Americans make up 14 percent of the population. In other parts of the country, we might still gird ourselves for people thinking we—an all-Asian group—had just stepped off a tour bus, but not here.

A couple of the writers at the table got pissed off. “I was born in the United States,” one woman told him. “I’m an American. We all are.”

But the waiter kept talking, walking deeper into it. “Oh. Well, I like to think of all of us as citizens of the world,” he said, and babbled on, making a further fool of himself. We looked at him, aghast. It didn’t seem possible, but he was exacerbating his initial faux pas.

I said, “Listen, I think you should stop while you’re still ahead.”

We ordered appetizers, more drinks. Once or twice, when the waiter returned, a few members of the group needled him about his earlier comments, but they did so teasingly, not (too) belligerently, and he played along, laughing. Others, including myself—fatigued to the point of resignation with these sorts of racial microaggressions—just wanted to ignore the whole episode, forget it ever happened.