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1968-ban alakult angol zenekar.
Eredeti fellls: Ritchie Blackmore gitr;
Jon Lord billentysk;
Ian Paice dob;
Nick Simper basszusgitr;
Rod Evans nek. |
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Egy j stlus, klnleges hard rock csapat megalaktsnak az tlete eredetileg egy hres brit zensz, Chris Curtis agybl pattant ki, aki az akkoriban meglehetsen npszer The Searchers tagjaknt zenlgetett. Londoni laksa szmos olyan helyi muzsikus-hressg gylekezhelyl szolglt, mint pldul Danny Laine, David Knights, vagy -termszetesen- Jon Lord, a nagyon tehetsges fick, a klasszikusok szerelmese, s egy raks rockzenekar tagja. Azon bandk kzt, ahol Jon jtszott, volt egy, a Flowerpot Men nev, amelyik nagyon befutott a Let's Go to San Francisco cm dalocskval; a Flowerpot Men-ben jtszva tallkozott embernk egy risi The Pirates rajongval, Nick Simperrel, s... -nos, alighanem ki lehet tallni a folytatst,- elhatroztk, hogy innentl fogva egytt zenlnek. Radsul Curtis meslt mindkettjknek egy virtuozitsrl elhreslt gitrosrl, akit Ritchie Blackmore-nak hvtak (nhny v alatt elgg kzismertt vlt ez a nv...), Hamburgban lt, s ppen rengeteg felesleges kapacitssal rendelkezett. Rviddel ksbb ezeket az embereket ott talljuk a prbateremben, els tleteiken dolgozva, azonban, hogy ne legyen minden tkletes, Curtis-szel kapcsolatban mindjrt az elejn komoly szemlyi problmk merltek fel. Persze azonnal kirgtk. Csatlakozott viszont hozzjuk a The Maze szimpatikus, csendes dobosa s nekese -Ian Paice s Rod Evans- gyhogy a ma 1. felllsknt ismert sszellts vgl is nagy nehezen beindult, mgpedig a kvetkezkppen: Jon Lord (billenyus hangszerek), Ritchie Blackmore (gitr), Ian Paice (dob), Rod Evans (vokl) and Nick Simper (basszusgitr). 1969-ben Simper s Evans tvoztak: az j nekes s basszusgitros, Ian Gillan s Roger Glover az Episode Six-bl kerltek a Purple-be. Annyi kezdettl fogva bizonyos volt, hogy j szneket hoztak a banda zenjbe: Gillan hangja s Glover dalszerzi tehetsge nagyon is jl jtt a zenekarnak. Az let gy hozta, hogy e fellls minden LP-je a rocktrtnelem fontos pontjv vlt (klnsen rdekes volt az els koncertfelvtelk, a klasszikus s hard rock zene keverke, a Concerto for Group and Orchestra. Persze a tbbi ngy stdialbum sem az a kimondottan felejthet darab: a Speed King, a Fireball, a Smoke on the Water, a Lazy, a Space Truckin`, vagy a Woman from Tokyo cm szerzemnyek minmig a rockzene cscsait jelentik). Sajnos, jabb szemlyi problmk addtak a zenekaron bell - ez volt az oka annak, hogy Ian s Roger elhagytk a bandt. Gillan s Glover 1973-as tvozsa utn Jon, Ritchie s Ian j nekes s basszusgitros utn nztek. Az j tagok, David Coverdale s Glenn Hughes szokatlan s j sznt hoztak a Purple zenjbe: Hughes a fekete zenk szerelmese volt, s befolysa jl hallhat a 3. s 4. fellls valamennyi dalban. Mindazonltal ez az j hangzs is nagyon j volt, tisztessgesen fogytak a lemezek, azonban Blackmore nem llhatta a dolgot, s 1975-ben -egy raks belhbor utn- vgl is tvozott. Az j gitros, Tommy Bolin nagyon benne volt a jazz-zenben: ennek kvetkeztben a Purple eredeti hangzsvilga tbb mr nem volt hallhat. Noha az j album, a Come Taste the Band a maga nemben kitnen sikerlt, Bolin s Hughes komoly drog-problmkkal kzdttek, s gy a zenekarnak llandan gondjai voltak a sznpadon. Ez a fellls jelentette a Deep Purple fennllsa els peridusnak vgt: 1976-ban Tommy Bolin tragikus krlmnyek kztt, heroin-tladagols kvetkeztben elhunyt. 1984-ben a banda trtnetnek j fejezete kezddtt: az eredeti 2. fellls jra sszellt. Blackmore s Gillan kztt azonban a vltozatossg kedvrt jabb gondok akadtak (Ritchie ugyanis minden s mindenki fltt uralkodni akart a zenekaron bell); ez vezetett vgl ennek a felllsnak is a vghez. 1989-ben Gillan elhagyni knyszerlt a zenekart. Gillan tvozsa utn 1989-ben megjelent a Masters and Slaves az ex-Rainbow nekessel Joe Lynn Turnerrel. 1993-ban jra sszellt a legends II. fellls, a pletykk szerint a dalokat mr Turnerrel rgztettk, majd Gillan visszatrte utn jra felvettk az neksvokat. A turn kzepn Blackmore kiszll, a turn vgig Joe Satriani helyettesti.1995-ben Ian Gillan, Glover, Lord, Paice mellett j gitros lp fel: Steve Morse.
A legutols hrnk, hogy 2000 oktberben a Deep Purple koncerturnra indult Eurpban. A nagyszabs krt fbb llomsai: Spanyolorszg, Olaszorszg, Svjc, Nmetorszg, Ausztria, Csehorszg s Lengyelorszg.
Az egyttes hivatalos honlapja: DEEP-PURPLE
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Purpendicular 1996
Perfect Stranger 1984
Deepest Purple 1972
Fireball 1971
Shades of Deep Purple (1968)
Book of Teliesyn (1969)
Deep Purple In Rock (1970)
Stormbringer (1974)
Come Taste The Band (1975)
Powerhouse (1977)
Live In London (1982)
Scandinavian Nights (1988)
Knetworth Fayre (1992) |
Burn 1974
Abandon 1998
Come Hell or High Water 1998
Made in Japan 1972
Deep Purple (1969)
Concertoo For Group and Orchestra (1970)
Machine Head (1972)
Who Do We Think We Are (1973)
24 Carat Purple (1975)
Made In Europe (1976)
The Anthology (1985)
The House of Blue Light (1987)
Slaves and Masters (1990) |
Deep Purple
Dalszvegek/Lyrics |
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HIGHWAY STAR
- A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star, yeah
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take my girl
She stays close on every bend
Ooh, she's a killing machine
She got everything
Like a moving mouth
Body control and everything
I love it, I need it, yeah
Yeah, she turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my head
Now that I'm on the road again
Nobody gonna take my head
I gonna beat my..., yeah, yeah
Ooh, I'm in heaven again
I got everything
Like an open road
All my friends and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star
Oh, my soul
Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna take my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Oh, a moving mouth
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I bleed it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star
Oh, yes I am, you mothers
- Thank you. That's a new one, taken off Machine Head.
This is a song about...
CHILD IN TIME
Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying, they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm cryin' for you day and night
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
A-a-ah, a-a-ah
I wanna hear you say
A-a-ah, a-a-ah
Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good of us and the bad of us
See the blind man, shooting at the world
The bullets flying, they're killing everyone
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna be inside of you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
A-a-ah, a-a-ah
I gotta hear you sing
A-a-ah, a-a-ah
- You're only about four foot six, but don't worry about it, 'cause there's always someone smaller than you. You're about seven foot fourteen, don't worry about it either... [indistinguishable] ...there's always someone one million stone heavier than you... [indistinguishable]
SMOKE ON THE WATER
- Here's a song which is also from the last album. It tells the story of how we recorded it and what went wrong when we did it. It happened in Switzerland, the song, a thing called Smoke On The Water, this one.
Alright, wooh
We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time, no
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground, now
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
But burning down
You know
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
He was pulling kids out of ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
Swiss time was running on
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
It was burning
Smoke on the water
Down to the ground, it was
You know
We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty, cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
A few red lights, a few old beds
We made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know, I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
Everywhere
It was tumbling down
Everybody was crying
- Thank you.
THE MULE
- Yeah, everything up here, please. And a bit more monitor if you got it. Ah?
-(...everything louder than everything else.)
- Yeah, can we have everything louder than everything else? Right.
No one sees the things you do
Because I stand in front of you
But you drive me all the time
You put evil in my mind
I used to sing and say my prayers
Live my life without a care
Now I have become a fool
'Cause I listen to the mule
How can I change when my mind
Is a friend of a Lucifer hid in the ground
Just another slave for the mule
(...???..., yeah)
- Ian Paice on drums, yes.
STRANGE KIND OF A WOMAN
Alright
There once was a woman
A strange kind of woman
The kind that gets written down in history
Her name was Nancy
Her face was nothing fancy
She left a trail of happiness and misery
I loved her
Everybody loved her
She loved everyone and gave them good return
I tried to take her
I even tried to break her
She said, I ain't for takin' won't you ever learn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman, yes I have
She looked like a raver
But I could never please her
On Wednesday mornings boy you can't go far
I couldn't get her
But things got better, she said
Saturday nights from now on, baby, you're my star
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman
Ooh, my soul, I love you
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman, yes I have
She finally said she loved me
I wed her in a hurry
No more callers and I glow with pride
I'm dreaming
I feel like screaming
I won my woman just before she died
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, ha ha ha
Ooh, I had a strange kind of woman, yeah
She was so fat
She was the worst thing you've ever seen
Ooh, my soul, I love you, baby
- Hey, thank you, thank you.
LAZY
- Here's a thing called Lazy, this is a song from Machine Head, and it's a song, a thing called Lazy, this one, Lazy.
You're lazy, stay in bed
You're lazy, yeah, stay in bed
Don't want no money, don't want no bread, oh, shut up
If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw
If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw
You don't want to live, don't want to cry no more, no
My trying ain't done no good
I said, my trying ain't done no good
You don't make no effort, no not like you should
Lazy, stay in bed
Lazy, lazy
Want no money, you don't want no bread, oh
- Yeah.
SPACE TRUCKIN'
- Come on, everybody, clap your hands.
Well, we had a lot of luck on Venus
We always had a ball on Mars
We're meeting all the groovy people
We've rocked the Milky Way so far
We're dancing 'round the Borealis
We're space truckin' round the the stars
Come on, come on, come on
Let's go Space truckin'
Come on, come on, come on
Remember when we did the moonshot
And Pony Trekker led the way
We moved to the Canaveral moonstomp
Every naut would dance and sway
We got music in our solar system
We're space truckin' every day
Come on, come on, come on
Let's go space truckin'
Come on, come on, come on
The fireball that rode was moving
But now we've got a new machine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, a freak said
Man those cats can really swing
They got music in the solar system
Rock around the Milky Way
Dancing 'round the Borealis
They're Space truckin' every day
Come on, come on, come on
Let's go space truckin'
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Let's go space truckin'
Come on, come on, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Space truckin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
- Thank you, good night.
Deep Purple
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