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Sixty years on stage
German newspaper Frankfurter Allgemeine was going to print a review of the Deep Purple gig, but in the view of the tour being postponed until further notice, opted for a piece that is a tribute to the band we all love. Truly yours website gets a name check.
On Saturday, I was supposed to be at a Deep Purple concert in the Nuremberg Arena on assignment for this newspaper. The arena is right next to the Max-Morlock-Stadium, named after one of the most important, energetic, and yet sensitive footballers in German history. It would have been my roughly 30th concert by the band. The management announced that they unfortunately had to cancel the shows in Leipzig and Hamburg, as Ian Gillan, the singer, had been taken to the hospital due to a “serious emergency.”
Since then, I’ve been under constant tension. Deep Purple, founded in the year of my birth, have accompanied me so reliably like almost no one and nothing else. They were and are responsible for nurturing certain feelings in me: feelings of confidence, security, fun, the tense anticipation of the unpredictable, and, not least, the sheer, crystalline enjoyment of musically virtuosic noise.
Continue reading in original auf Deutsch, or translated to your favourite language courtesy of Google. Caveat: FAZ appears to hide the article behind a paywall, but if you choose the translations and switch to Original at the top of the page…
Thanks to Uwe for the heads-up.
Unauthorized copying, while sometimes necessary, is never as good as the real thing
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