Chapter II

Imagine yourself transported back to a time when the Continental Hyatt Hotel, also known as the "Riot House", was the "Place to be". The 70s were a decade of total delirium for every self-respecting rock band, and LA was an inevitable stop on the journey. Motorcycles in the hallways, the overflowing rooftop pool, Jim Morrison dangling from a balcony, the epic drum battles of Keith Moon from The Who…Or, even more iconic: The Christ-like Robert Plant, who considered himself a golden god above the Sunset Strip. With his angelic hair, Nepalese bracelets, and tight T-shirt, he was convinced that he had finally found the stairway to heaven. Room 1015 remains a place of contemplation today. The nostalgia of an era of absolute freedom, where the air still smells of sweat, leather, fur, alcohol, burnt patchouli, and open flight cases...