People like Jimmy Page were influential with rock’s proletariat in a way that intellectuals like Dylan or Joe Strummer could never hope to be. Part of this was an ability to cloak himself in an effete ethereality (in contrast to Robert Plant’s cartoon sexuality) that typified him as the great bodacious rock star of the dreams of millions; more than Clapton, Townsend, or Hendrix, his flamboyant style and sartorial splendor defined his persona. Yet the other half of Page’s influence is as a genius musician-producer the likes of which rock has very rarely seen. With the Firm, his post-Zeppelin group, he was a corporate washout. But on his first solo LP, Outrider, some of the spark, some of the great sound, is back. That’s not to say the songs are, or that a record with three different singers (including Plant on one cut) can be called coherent. Still there’s only one Jimmy Page, and this time out he has something to prove. Monday, 7:30 PM, pavilion, University of Illinois at Chicago, Harrison and Racine; 413-5700 or 853-3636.

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