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Circles And Rings, Dragons And Kings

I’ve been waiting for this for a long time – no, I’m not about the comments on my posts but about Roger Dean’s new book, “Dragon’s Dream”, out now. First mentioned four years ago, it was promised to be made available – lemme quote myself – as a “1,000 signed limited edition boxed sets of all three titles with a signed 32-page book of black and white prints, some handmade”, three titles being “Views”, first published in 1975, and its 1984’s successor “Magnetic Storm”, plus this new book titled then “Dragons Garden” featuring previously unpublished paintings and drawings. Now, there won’t be any box, while the only other book released simultaneously with “Dragon” is “Album Cover Album” that Dean took a part in compiling. Still, one can purchase “Dragon’s Dream” from the aritst’s site, but only if there’s a need for Roger’s autograph: sans the signature, the book is priced at $29.95, with it the book goes for 10 bucks more. Quite expensive for a pen mark, yet this is for collectors. Much more irritating is shipping fee – in my case it’s $35. More than the book itself. So as much as I wanted my money to go to Dean directly, I opted for eBay where the price was about the same yet shipping cost only 5 pounds. So if anybody’s greedy here, that’s not yours truly. More so, I’d have liked to post the news on the site before it appeared on Roger Dean’s pages – I heard it through the grapevine, so to say – and asked his webmaster for details… to no avail. Which brings us back to the problem of spreading the word.

Another subject worthy of returning to is the news on LED ZEPPELIN having decided to not be called so when going on tour without Robert Plant. That’s honest! Still, this is too close to THE DOORS situation. And don’t tell me about QUEEN who are tagged as QUEEN + Paul Rodgers now and have not a cheap substitute for the fallen Fred but a singer whom Mercury himself admired and who’d not been influenced by him.

And while we’re onto this, YES also made a honest decision not to be YES but IN THE PRESENCE – in the absence of Jon Anderson who’s still ill yet will join the colleagues on the road once he’s able to.

New ramblings, later on.



For All To Know

Recently I read a review of John Martyn’s new 4CD box in “Mojo” magazine, and the first thing that came to mind when I saw it was the first when I saw it. I mean, I received the news of the forthcoming release and wanted to post the item on my site, but I’d have liked to illustrate it with the cover artwork. Which I found on Martyn’s site – copyrighted. Well, a sort of: there was the site’s address across the cover, because it was published exclusively on John’s web home. Good for him. Yet how did he hope to promote the CDs if was prohibited to reproduce the artwork? The fans who visit his site would have been interested in the release no matter what, while uninitiated…

That’s the point I often come across with regards to the promo / review copies of new albums. Many artists spread the word among their supporters only while wanting to expand their fan base. How, tell me how? Send the promos to the sites that deal with all kind of artists in your chosen area, that’s the only way for all to know who you are.


So Little Time, So Much To Know…

…thus quoth the Nowhere Man in “Yellow Submarine”, and he was goddamn right. The day-off is nearing the end, and there’s not so much has been done, save for some home-maintance thing, a language lesson and another review. This time it was the LA’s VOX TEMPUS‘s second album, a bit boring but easy-on-the-ear prog-hard rock programme with the great Gregg Bissonette on drums. It becomes quite a generic thing, and there’s nothing strange as bands like this opt of IKEA-like modus operandi building from the ready-made blocks rather than essentials. That’s why, say, YES, GENESIS and JETHRO TULL were all original whereas – let’s take a nice, melodic example – IQ or PENDRAGON, as likeable as they are, feel like second-rate ensembles. Thankfully, they don’t fall for parody.

Who do are LED ZEPPELIN – but here parody is all moral. The band that originally broke up because they couldn’t imagine themselves being ZEP with one of them absent, now are going to tour without their iconic singer. Robert Plant prefers moving forward to going backwards unlike Jimmy Page who, since 1980, has done nothing original – be it in the company of Paul Rodgers, in THE FIRM, or David Coverdale. Curiously, out of respect to ZEP’s bass / keyboards player, John Paul Jones, the two worked 15 years ago as Jimmy Page and Robert Plant, not LED ZEPPELIN, while now, again with only two founding members on-boards, it’s going to be ZEP. Is it the presence of John Bonham’s son, Jason, that gives credibility to the endeavor? Looks like it does – in their eyes, not the fans’ ears. The tour might be successful, yet the thrill is all gone.

But they’re not young, their time is running out, and there’s so little time, 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!