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Louder Sound is reposting an interview with Glenn Hughes, first published in 2020.
Flying away from the site of the California Jam, Glenn Hughes only twigged that he wasnât actually under arrest when the ‘policewoman’ sharing his helicopter took off her hat, shook her hair loose and knelt down to unzip his white satin trousers.
Perhaps if he hadnât been up all night partying with Ozzy Osbourne, or wasnât still buzzing after performing in front of 400,000 festival goers, Deep Purpleâs 21-year-old vocalist/bassist might have realised that his German tour manager Ossy Hoppe was taking the piss when he solemnly informed him that the local police had been handed film footage of Hughes snorting coke behind the amps during the quintetâs co-headlining show on the evening of April 6, 1974 and wanted to have a word with the young Englishman. As it was, the prank âscared the crapâ out of Hughes, so much so, in fact, that he politely declined the offer of fellatio from his mischievous airborne travelling companion.
âI was too freaked out to do anything,â he recalls, ruefully. âLooking back, I wish I could have helped her out.â
Dressed in black, and sporting tinted sunglasses, a pashmina scarf and two fistfuls of chunky rings, we join Hughes today in an upscale boutique hotel in Cambridge. The Voice Of Rock, arguably the greatest British rock singer of his generation, is in fine fettle today as he reflects upon five remarkable decades in the music business, a journey which has included stints in Trapeze, Deep Purple, Black Sabbath and Black Country Communion and some wild adventures with drug dealers, gangsters, movie stars and beauty queens en route. Hughes freely admits that he has âlived the lives of 10 menâ and âdone everything that you can imagine, good and bad, wonderful and silly.â
âIâm so fortunate not to have died,â he confesses. âIâve overdosed, been pistol-whipped, shot at, stabbed, run over in a car⊠and Iâm still here to tell the tale. Where shall we start?”
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