OK, the sky is black and lightning was igniting roaring thunder. This must be a Deep Purple concert. After Eddy Grant doing a Jimi Hendrix act during his voodoo rain dance, we had to wait for Deep Purple to bring down the house.
Let me tell you that the other parts in the country got their share of floodings & lightning strucks. But now for something completely different.
This line up is so no-nonsence that it’s balanced once again. OK, perhaps they did not realize that they were playing in a Dutch speaking part of Belgium, but who cares. They came on stage with a roaring version of Fireball, without the whoooosh and kept on rocking Into The Fire. Difficult to say if the lightings came from the sky of the stage. The crowd in Belgium needs nothing more to sheer Ian towards a higher ground. And he gave all he got, rednecking.
Strange Kind of Woman was a bit over-acted but then he showed with Rapture of the Deep what he’s good at these days. Perfect like the rest of the band. Glover was having a ball. I asked my son (16) if he could imagine his grandfather on stage, powerplaying like that. I think he felt like the title of his favorite song (Screaming, sometimes,… this time).
And Ian behind the drums… ah! He chased the shadows. The old gods were mild on us and while Belgium was trembling under heavy thunder, sugar city was the roaring eye of the storm.
Paice still has the rhythm and the muscles to be this band’s backbone. An impressive athlete. And than came the Steve Morse solo. Yes. I believe he found some new fans. Steve, you can wet your chest and stand tall next to the other great Purple Players. Toothpaste Steve respectfully altered the DP classics to his likings and his talent is obvious.
And than they played “Sometimes I feel like screaming”. I thought my kid would roar now. But he did not move an inch, his eyes were capturing every detail, how ecstacy can calm the kid among a crowd of roaring Purple Fans. All respect for Morse. The kid said: “I did not realize he was that good.” Tommy (God bless) and Ritchie are in good company.
And the battle raged on. Wow, they even started to show some fun on stage though Ian seems to have less interest in Glover, but hey, after more than 35 years they need to say nothing to balance perfectly. It’s OK.
Now came the moment for Don with a kinda Lordish church music into Sarabandish boogie. Gosh. Hidden behind his consoles, performing great music, but when you get solo time… impress with what you’re really good at. I wanted to hear Don, and what I heard made me hungry to read what Lord is doing at the moment.
It was a great performance, but it seemed a solo to please the crowd. A message to Don: Don’t underestimate your fans. There was a time when Ian Gillan was not a member of the band, a time when Glover replaced Nick Simper, when Tommy replaced Ritchie and they all added something new on stage. I am hungry to hear more from you. Make us not forget Lord, but make us remember you. But hey, the sixties space ship lift-off clock-ticking gig was fabulous.
Perfect Strangers… finally. Purple reborn. The days we realized that the story was not over yet. Next came Space Truckin’ with a damn good Ian Gillan as captain of the ship. He even sang the (just below) highest notes alone, no help from Roger. Morse and Glover built a huge wall of sound, if possible better than the original. And Ian Paice got his moment of thunder. Me happy.
Finally the drums introduced both Glover and Morse into a duet. Fine fleur of the Hard Rock scene having a ball, this is when I said, damn, I must write something in the Highway Star. Breaking the speeding sound. The night was not over yet.
And Morse gave us his version of Smoke on the Water. See Don, this is how to do it. Wow, I admit that for a second I forgot about… what was his name? Oh yeah, Ritchie. (Respect.)
Than they left the scene. We knew that thay would be back because the night was black, and we were hungry for more. Hush rumbled beautifully as tribute to the old Simper / Evans days. It sounded fresh as a cat fish out of the water. They were great playing South in the sixties, and they made it their song. To blow my mind and I’m in so deep. That I can’t eat and I can’t sleep. That’s what being an artist is all about. Black Night closed the evening. Obviously.
One more pint of Belgian Beer.
CU next time guys.
What a great band.