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King David of Hollywood
Louder Sound reprints a Classic Rock feature on Whitesnake that originally appeared in their 2006 special issue Classic Rock Present 1980s.
“Oooh, hello, cheeky.” David Coverdale breaks off from our interview to greet a vision emerging from one of the many fabulous bedrooms found in what was then London’s most expensive hotel room – the penthouse suite at the Ritz Carlton in Kensington, at £1,200 a night.
The night before, the suite had hosted King Hussein of Jordan. Today, it was the no less regal Coverdale, with his Roman nose and rows of glistening teeth; the white T-shirt and the fancy waistcoat; the black riding boots; the jodhpurs; that fabulous meringue on his head. And here he was, introducing us to a woman, familiar in the same way that he was: from video, from television, from MTV.
“Jon,” he says, “I’d like you to meet the wife. She’s been lying down. She’s been lying down because she’s been shopping.”
The last time I had seen “the wife”, she’d been doing cartwheels over a car bonnet in a rightly famous Whitesnake video.
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