Those were the words on a famous poster at a time when posters seemed to matter, in the late 60s. Here in 2015, posters are old hat, summer’s gone and winter’s coming on. And that’s that.
Life has been packing and unpacking itself over the last several months. Life. One forgets to value it when events, pressures, schedules, responsibilities, etc. impinge on ones appreciation of the greatest gift… waking up. Still here.
Which reminds me that I never acknowledged Eddie’s Hardin’s sad demise. He and I spent a lot of studio time together in the 70s and he played a key part (no pun intended) in The Butterfly Ball. I’ll never forget writing Love Is All together, sitting at his treasured Bösendorfer piano in his Dulwich home. That song inextricably linked us for life. The other song we wrote was Homeward (a song that Ronnie James Dio told me he loved singing). Over the subsequent decades we kept in touch from time to time so it was a shock to hear about his death. He played a significant role in my life.
A quick Eddie story: Someone recently enquired about sheet music to The Feast–the piece of music that precedes Love Is All on the album. I pictured all the creatures sitting down to dine before the dancing begins and asked Eddie if he could improvise around some of the other song themes on the album, as if he was playing background piano in a restaurant. He played for a few minutes, effortlessly melding different songs together, and nailed it in one take. Great musician.
Thinking about great musicians, my hat is also off for Billy Joe Royal, B.B. King and two stunning bass players, Chris Squire and Andy Fraser.
DP is about to embark on a European tour. The last few tours, Mexico, Canada and The States, were a blast. We’ve been jamming and writing in between tours and anticipate recording with Bob Ezrin early next year.
This year is somewhat of a banner year, turning 70 an’ all–a good time to look back, especially since I recently rummaged around in some old boxes of stuff and came across long forgotten photographs of long forgotten friends, mementoes of moments. Many brought a smile, some best forgotten.
I also found three new (old) items that I’ve added to the Art Gallery, two photographs of paintings I vaguely recall… “Smoke On The Water” (1995) – a pastel drawing donated to a charity whose name escapes me, and “Bass Solos” (late 90s) – a lost oil painting. A month ago I was asked if I remembered all the paintings I’d done, and thought I could until I saw an image on a smart phone and didn’t recognize it. A day later, looking at the battered item itself I had to admit it was mine. The date is 1964. I was then a student at Horney Art College. I must have thought it was worth signing at the time. It’s now called, “The Difficult Birth Of Yin And Yang”.
I read all the posts on this recently re-vamped site (thank you, Andi) and appreciate all the good vibes, thank you. I have been answering some of the questions and I resolve (yet again) to be, a) more responsive, b) punctual, c) a better human being, d) an all-round entertainer… On second thoughts, scratch the last three. I’ll do my best.