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Best time with Morse
The triple bill of Edgar Winter/ BOC/ DP hit Connecticut last night and I ended up feeling rather lucky to have been there.
Admittedly, we turned Edgar Winter’s show into a “view the big screens from the lobby while having beers with pals” experience.
BOC were very good – tight and musical. Buck Dharma can play the heck out of the guitar. Not much excitement onstage except from the bassist, and here was the funny thing; the BOC guys were impressively unimpressive physically, letting their prescription sunglasses and triple chins show, no attempt at being Rawk Gawds or studs of any sort – except for their bassist, who seemed so out of touch with them, a much younger guy all in leather and big hair, humping his guitar and posing like it was a posing contest – he was a laff
riot! Or, as it turns out, a Quiet Riot – he was Rudy Sarzo! [Pretty much explains it all, doesn’t it? 😉 Rasmus]
Anyway, Purple came on with an energetic, tightly paced, in your face rock show. They really owned the crowd. No bullshit sing-alongs or soul-sucking drum solos.
Gillan used his voice well and wisely, and Steve Morse played more soulfully than I had seen before. “The Well-Dressed Guitar” went over really well, and before it, Morse did a miscellaneous guitar jam which included parts of “Frankenstein” and “Don’t Fear the Reaper” to salute the opening bands.
I was happy to see/ hear “Space Truckin'” and “The Battle Rages On,” which I did not expect. This was my fourth time seeing the Steve Morse Deep Purple, and probably the best.
The set list was pretty much this:
Pictures of Home
Things I Never Said
Into The Fire
Strange Kind of Woman
(The first four songs above really went right into each other)
Rapture Of The Deep
Woman From Tokyo
Guitar solo (short)/
Well Dressed Guitar
Knocking At Your Back Door
Lazy
Keyboard solo
Perfect Strangers
Space Truckin’
Highway Star
Smoke On The Water
The Battle Rages On
Hush
Jim Sheridan
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