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Martin Birch R.I.P.

Very sad to hear of Martin Birch’s passing. Meeting Martin at the start of the 70’s, was a pivotal moment in our lives. He was our sound engineer at a time when the experience of live shows was coming into the studio. He managed to capture the beast, particularly on Hard Loving Man. He bonded with us immediately, had the same sense of humour, and was thoroughly professional.

 

Support the crew

It would be an enormous understatement to say it’s a drag that all touring has been postponed until next year. That means that our crew is out of work. One of the ways to support them is with a special tee shirt offer, with all proceeds going to them.

We hope to be ready to tour again next year.

To find out more, please visit…

https://deeppurple.com/blogs/news/exclusive-crew-merch

Thank you,

RG

 

Rupert Hine R.I.P.

Rupert Hine R.I.P.

Words are hard to find. Rupert was one of my oldest and dearest friends.

Insightful, stimulating, talented and funny, I feel privileged to have known and worked with him. An absolute gentleman. I produced his first album in 1971, Pick Up A Bone, with his partner David MacIver. He went on to be one of the most innovative and influential producers around and broke boundaries in the emerging recording technology of the 70s.

 

Skoots Lyndon R.I.P.

Skoots, my good friend, is gone. Sad news indeed, I’m devastated. A kinder, more generous, good-hearted man you couldn’t wish to meet. He changed my life and my music. My thoughts are with those close to him and all his many friends.

RG

 

Hear Here

One of my favourite occupations––when I’m not busy doing my other favourite occupations––is listening to music. Although I have a decent vinyl collection, mostly from the 70s and all bought decades ago, it’s downstairs. In any case, I rarely play much because it involves such a ritual. But I’m proud of it.

So apart from background kitchen radio din or pop insincerity in the car, sitting at my computer is mostly where I listen.