Suddenly, here we are, looking back on the year – a busy one indeed.
On the road, again, again; a Mexican festival, two European tours, an American/Canadian tour, a Japanese tour, and Mexico again.
Thank you to all who came to see live music, I am truly grateful. To those who didn’t get to see us in Mexico, I am sorry.
Now settled into the US/Canadian tour and strangely enough, time to think. Good to see old friends Rob Halford, Ian Hill, and Glen Tipton of Judas Priest, along with new friends The Temperance Movement.
Also, good to hook up with dozens of fans I’ve known for many years. Talking of fans, they don’t come any more dedicated than Axel Dauer, who sadly passed away last month after a long illness.
I’ve known Pete York and Miller Anderson since the late 60s. Several early DP tours were with Hardin/York and we’ve often met from time to time since then.
Over the years, Pete has organized lots of these special events, featuring a phalanx of great musicians. In 1970, Ian Paice, Miller and I took part in Pete’s first one (I still have the poster advertising “Super Drumming” at Bumper’s Club in London).
Twelve months gone again!
And where did I go? On the road, that’s where. The road that leads to your door. To many doors; stage doors, closed doors, dressing room doors, hotel corridors, van doors, bedroom doors – dreaming through that revolving door of time.
And what did I see? I saw sunsets and sunrises, spotlights and smoke machines, take-offs and landings, love and music, hands in the air and constellations of smart phones.
So sad to hear of his passing. Sad, for several reasons… when a hero dies, of course, one thinks first of the person and his family and the sorrow about it all, followed with the wider recognition of the rich legacy he left behind. But linked with that, somehow there is grieving for one’s own lost childhood.
I was about ten years-old when Fats came into my awareness.