Whitesnake concert and beyond

So far, no comments. OK, it’s only a start, and blogosphere is something new for me, so why not try? I never had a diary to put my thoughts in order, anyway, which might be a good reason for rambling here.

To the WHITESNAKE concert of the day before, then.

As my photographer noted, that was more a show than a concert. No, from the musicality point of view it was nothing but great, David Coverdale has lost none of his melodic smart – the tracks off the band’s new album, “Good To Be Bad”, such as “A Fool in Love” on par with their classics – with his new cohorts, especially guitarists Doug Aldrich and Reb Beach, more than adequate. But his vocals are not the same, unfortunately. When it comes to real hard singing, the voice is breaking, while on the slower songs – the best on the pure voice-and-guitar “Ain’t Gonna Cry No More” and “The Deeper The Love” – it’s brilliant. Not so on “Soldier Of Fortune” sung a cappella and mostly out of tune. Still, the band rocked hard.

What seemed strange, though, was Coverdale’s game. A real sex symbol in his younger years, now the veteran plays in sex symbol, yet goggling the eyes and licking a finger look awful in the 57-years-old’s delivery, what with the questions like “Do you have tits?” and remarks in the vein of “Don’t break my arse again” without playing “Don’t Break My Heart Again” after that. The audience didn’t mind, the people were going crazy, which made David’s charm break through his facial stage mask. The singer was flabbergasted so much he stopped the outro tape of “We Wish You Well” to lead the ensemble into – unrehearsed, in his own words – “Bad Boys” where in Coverdale, being ever politically correct, added “and some bad girls” to each chorus.

It was fun. It was even more pleasurable than last month’s DEEP PURPLE gig because it dealt with much lower body parts…

Now, this sounds like a diary. Good. At least I feel ready to write a report on the show for the paper now.

See ya.

DME