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Take A Chance On Me… On You… On All Of Us

Just noticed that there’s a new edition of Mike Oldfield’s “Music Of The Spheres” is out, with a live bonus CD. Not that I’m a big Oldfield fan but then again, it sets me thinking of today’s marketing strategies. Back in the much happier – music-wise – times, it was normal to make the first edition of a record special. Bonus items such as posters, EPs, stickers (ah, just remember the tactile and visual sensation of those “A Dark Side Of The Moon” or “Captain Fantastic” fabulous packages!) made aficionados and unitiated alike run to the nearest shop and grab an LP… and help it shoot up in the charts, sometimes with/like a bullet. Then, the wheels started turning and momentum was being gained, and the records sold nicely for all the interested parties’ benefit. Not anymore.

Now, why the heck should I hurry up and buy anything if some six months later I will have a opportunity to buy an enhanced package for the same price? Mind, the bonus stuff is targeted mainly at the fans – but they usually purchase a new record right after it’s out, which means if you’re a fan you have to buy something twice. At least twice if not more, what with the multiple ‘definitive’ editions of the VELVETS’ banana thingy. Or Elton John’s re-issues. Alright, with Elton the latest crop looks really definitive, and even all the aforementioned “Captain Fantastic” inserts have been reproduced now as miniature replicas. But that’s re-issues, and we’re talking new albums now.

What’s more… Let me quote myself: “Fuck off” instead of “Thank you”, Glenn Hughes seems to be saying to his European fans. If his first DVD, “Soulfully Live In The City Of Angels”, all the world found difficult to be watching due to the lighting and compression, there’s a new line with Hughes’ forthcoming “Live In Australia”. Not only the European release of this title is the single disc instead of DVD and CD package as in Oz, but also it doesn’t have the extras: the footage from the July 2007 Rome concert, a “Music For The Divine” documentary and three promo videos from this, Glenn’s latest album. This scribe does have Hughes’ acoustic programme from “The Basement”, which has been in circulation among the fans for some time, but, having supported Glenn for a long time, pre-ordered the official release. Now, money’s lost, and the next time the pirate P2P network will seem the best way to avoid getting ripped off by the artist and the label. Why stay faithful to the one who doesn’t care?”

The last thing done rightly that I remember was David Bowie’s “Live At The BBC” the initial edition of which had the third disc added to the two main ones. Yet find, then, any David Gilmour’s supporter who wasn’t disappointed with having to buy the second pressing of “On An Island” or Mike Oldfield’s fans? That’s what should be called piracy… yet the big heads will say it’s a revenge. Is there really a war going on? Are we taking chances or being taken chances on?



If The Stars Were In Their Eyes

Why oh why there are artists whose music can appeal to everyone but who don’t get any support to spread it? I’ve just written a review of Boris Savoldelli‘s new album, “Insanology”, which is just great. The man sings a la Bobby McFerrin but his a cappella style is pure Italian – and for the most part pure pop. A pleasure is to be had there.

I’d like to derive the same emotion from trying to play – trying, yes, as I have no time to devote to this, no matter how I’d like to – the long-awaited PC adventure game, “A Vampyre Story”. Brilliantly designed, classic point ‘n’ click stuff that I love dearly – and humor abound to boot. What’s wrong with it? The absense of subtitles during the cutscenes. My hearing is not the best in the world, what with many years of dealing with music, and English isn’t my native tongue. Usually I understand the most of what’s being said, and it’s the same this time, but what about hearing-impaired out there? More so, the characters are speaking with freaking accents – sometimes not justified by the story. Unfair, what else can I say, especially with the game’s posponing from Hallowe’en to a latter date in order to fine-tune it.

Maestro Salvodelli also sings in English with a bit of accent but then it somehow complements the music not distracts from it. Shooting for the stars requires some brains, you know?


Ramble on!

Day three, comments are none. Never mind, though, writing is good anyway. Before going to bed last night, I started writing a funny song titled “Living In Your Pocket” that put me in a good mood. Not that it was bad before that, as I was watching the “Extras” disc of a new Elton John DVD, “The Red Piano”. Ah, what an artist, what a show – and what a documentary. Sure, the concert part is no less entertaining. Will watch it tonight. Or tomorrow.

Yesterday, I’ve posted two new reviews on the site. The music I’m sent for review is almost always interesting but not so often enjoyable, yet these two groups, The Cotton Soeterboek Band and Dojo, are highly recommended, the former ramming their message down the FREE / WHITESNAKE street while the latter come all spacy without soundscaping. Now, I’ll get – at last! – to the Angel Air releases including “Best Of” by Maggie Bell who I’ve been promised an interview with towards the end of the year, and to the new, second album from the former IQ keyboard wiz Martin Orford who, sadly, is said to be leaving music biz at all. Why? Maybe it’s time to speak with the man once again? But, boy, there’s so many interviews to be done yet and there’s so little precious time.

Off to work now. Talk later… at least I’ll talk to myself if nobody joins in the conversation.


Whitesnake concert and beyond

ws_041 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.


Hello, everybody! Let’s make some noise!


Well, all right, literally, it sounded like, “Make some fucking noise!” And that was not yours truly who used the f*** word but Mr. David Coverdale of WHITESNAKE whose concert I had a pleasure to attend yesterday. Coverdale’s interview soon will be published on the site. Which brings us to the main point of this blog: the live feel of

Just like the music on-stage, the site – I think so – must breathe. It’s not every day that I’m able to post news there, what with reviews and all the interviews, the most time-consuming part of it all – you know, sinking deep into the subject, readying the questions, transcribing and/or editing the answers… But the post on the blog shouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes and, of course, I’m almost always here to comment on your comments, dear visitors.

All the previous attempts to draw you into the action brought a close-to-zilch result with the guesbook littered with shitloads of abuse, porn ads etc., and forum hybernating to death, so here’s another chance for you to contribute to the site… not donate as in some five years or more nobody hit the PayPal button on the News page, although some dough is always welcome.  Yesterday’s gig, by the way, was a great postscript to a hard day when I learnt that my little family’s financial state would seriously sag as my wife wasn’t given the job she’d been promised which we hoped would cover the kindergarten fee – yes, my 1 year 9 months-old devil is going to make his social debut on Sunday. OK, we shall overcome, as Joan sang. What did WHITESNAKE sing, you’re asking? Let’s leave this for tomorrow, all right? There’s a lot of work to do today (as some of you know, I’m a journalist and editor in a big paper).

So come on, do write. I love y’all!