Let me get one thing straight before I start unfolding this tale of a day in our life on the road. I love Poland. This story is in no way a dig at Poland, days like this happen all over the world, fortunately not too often. This one just happens to be in Poland. I love the people mostly because they are so resilient in the face of hardship – and they have endured much.
Old News. There’s a good oxymoron for you.
As I may be under the impression that you may be in any doubt about hearing a rumour somewhere dotted around this here Internet, notwithstanding that I also read about it dotted around this aforesaid Internet, but in case you don’t know by now, I have an album (an old-fashioned name for a CD) coming out this month on Edel, called IF LIFE WAS EASY.
Circumstances. You can’t smell them, touch or see them, but we all have them. We sink or swim with them. Mine have been rather chaotic of late; the recent Deep Purple Mediterranean Tour not-so-neatly coincided with family commitments and I found myself in somewhat of a quandary – should I stay or should I go? My girlfriend Myriam was about to give birth to our second child and I needed to be there.
I am deeply shocked and saddened about Gary’s passing. He was truly one of the great guitarists, had a huge talent, and was a musical force beyond par. I am a fan.
My heartfelt condolences go to his family, friends, and fans all over the world.
RG
Yet another story about the road, I hear you say. Is this guy obsessed or what? I suppose I am. The thing is, there will always be road stories because the road goes on forever. It’s not a place – it’s a way of life. It’s not a destination – it’s a journey, an odyssey, a means of discovery. You don’t ever really want to reach the end of it because then it’s all over.