Have you ever come across something in your life that you'd forgotten, and then when you're reminded of it every detail of the event plows right into the forefront of your brain like it'd been there all along? I had an experience like that tonight.

I heard this song originally on a rottenly cold night around a campfire at a local Rainbow Gathering, probably in 1989 or so. An older guy scooted up to the circle, alone, pulled out a guitar and started to play. He merely tuned the strings at first, then played some chords. After a while his strumming coalesced into a quiet and haunting version of the intro to Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven. We all sat silently, not wanting to interrupt.

In the dark of the moonless night, his music wove its way through the trees, calming our shivering. That is, until he started singing, and the words were "Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale..." The entire assembled body of freezing, weary hippie-kids EXPLODED into laughter. I, for one, fell into silent, painful convulsions, punctuated occasionally by screeches and snorts. Yes, I am that attractive.

Being the products of television-run households, we all sang along. You can sing along, too! I don't remember what I was looking for, or how I wended my way through cyberspace to find this site, but but here it is: Stairway to Gilligan's Island. Enjoy!