DEEP PURPLE, ALICE COOPER, AND THE EDGAR WINTER BAND PROVE TO BE SUMMER’S INCOMPARABLE ROCK SHOW!
AUGUST 26 – JONES BEACH THEATER
AUGUST 28 – PNC BANK ARTS CENTER
– Deep Purple Embark on Their Long Goodbye Tour with 19 Unforgettable Shows –
– Tickets on Sale Friday, February 3 at 10am through LiveNation.com –
Music history will be made when Deep Purple and Alice Cooper, joined by special guest, The Edgar Winter Band, visit 19 cities across America this summer on an epic rock tour, announced today. Produced by Live Nation, the tour will also serve as the Long Goodbye Tour for Deep Purple, and begins Saturday, August 12 in Las Vegas, with stops in Los Angeles, Boston, including Cooper’s hometown of Detroit, and more. More information can be found at www.livenation.com and itinerary is below.
Tickets go on sale Friday, February 3 at LiveNation.com and on the Live Nation app. Citi card members can take advantage of a special pre-sale opportunity beginning on Tuesday, January 31 at 10:00am local time. For complete Citi pre-sale details visit: www.citiprivatepass.com. On Thursday, February 2 at 10:00 am local time there will also be pre-sales via LiveNation.com, the Live Nation app and on Facebook.
Deep Purple’s studio album, Infinite, is set for release April 7, 2017, via earMUSIC. Produced by the legendary Bob Ezrin, (Pink Floyd, Alice Cooper, Kiss), Infinite features 10 new tracks recorded with no musical boundaries in the spirit of the 70s. The metal pioneers have released five studio albums since 1996, augmented by an abundance of solo work and special projects from members Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Ian Paice, Steve Morse and Don Airey. Fans will be thrilled as they cover decades of favorites for this run. For more information please visit www.deeppurple.com.
Alice Cooper brings his own brand of rock psycho-drama to fans both old and new. Known as the architect of shock-rock, Cooper has rattled the cages and undermined the authority of generations of guardians of the status quo. Alice’s catalog of hits and anthems, including “I’m Eighteen,” “No More Mr Nice Guy,” School’s Out,” “Elected,” “Poison,” and others, are featured in his live show, along with a mix of newer songs and fan-favorite album cuts. Alice’s touring band features the three-guitar attack of Nita Strauss, Tommy Henriksen and Ryan Roxie, backed by longtime bassist Chuck Garric and drummer Glen Sobel. For more information please visit www.alicecooper.com.
Edgar Winter has been celebrated across the globe since his 1970 solo debut, Entrance. With over twenty albums, top hits “Frankenstein” and “Free Ride,” and numerous collaborative efforts to his credit, Edgar Winter has not been satisfied to ride the wave of popular music stardom. His music is always evolving and he is a master at stretching his skill and imagination to produce amazing results. He continues to thrill audiences with his live performances, always remaining on the cutting edge of music and style. Edgar is now at the very top of his game, and his future looks even brighter than his past. For more information please visit www.edgarwinter.com.
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Deep Purple are an English rock band formed in Hertford, Hertfordshire in 1968. Along with Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath, they are considered to be among the pioneers of heavy metal and modern hard rock, although some band members have tried not to categorise themselves as any one genre. The band also incorporated classical music, blues-rock, pop and progressive rock elements. They were once listed by the Guinness Book of World Records as the world's loudest band, and have sold over 100 million albums worldwide. Deep Purple were ranked #22 on VH1's Greatest Artists of Hard Rock programme.
The band have gone through many line-up changes and an eight-year hiatus (1976-84). The 1968-76 line-ups are commonly labeled Mark I, II, III and IV. Their second and most commercially successful line-up featured Ian Gillan (vocals), Ritchie Blackmore (guitar), Jon Lord (keyboards), Roger Glover (bass guitar) and Ian Paice (drums). This line-up was active 1969-73 and was revived from 1984-89 and again in 1993 before the rift between Blackmore and other members became unbridgeable. The current line-up including guitarist Steve Morse has been much more stable, though Lord's retirement in 2002 has left Paice as the only original member.
In October 1968, the group had success with a cover of Joe South's "Hush", which reached #4 on the US Billboard chart and #2 on the Canadian RPM charts. The song was taken from their debut album Shades of Deep Purple, and they were booked to support Cream on their Goodbye tour.
The band's second album, The Book of Taliesyn (including a cover of Neil Diamond's "Kentucky Woman"), was released in the United States to coincide with this tour, reaching #38 on the billboard chart and #21 on the RPM charts, although it would not be released in their home country until the following year. 1969 saw the release of their third album, Deep Purple, which contained strings and woodwind on one track ("April"). Several influences were in evidence, notably Vanilla Fudge and Lord's classical antecedents such as Bach and Rimsky-Korsakov.
After these three albums and extensive touring in the United States, their American record company, Tetragrammaton, went out of business, leaving the band with no money and an uncertain future. (Tetragrammaton's assets were assumed by Warner Bros. Records, who would release Deep Purple's records in the US throughout the 1970s.) Returning to England in early 1969, they recorded a single called "Emmaretta", named for Emmaretta Marks, then a cast member of the musical Hair, whom Evans was trying to seduce, before Evans and Simper were fired.
In search of a replacement vocalist, Blackmore set his sights on 19 year old singer Terry Reid, who only a year earlier declined a similar opportunity to front the newly forming Led Zeppelin. Though he found the offer "flattering" Reid was still bound by the exclusive recording contract with his producer Mickie Most and more interested in his solo career. Blackmore had no other choice but to look elsewhere.
The band hunted down singer Ian Gillan from Episode Six, a band that had released several singles in the UK without achieving their big break for commercial success. Six's drummer Mick Underwood—an old comrade of Blackmore's from his Savages days—made the introductions, and bassist Roger Glover tagged along for the initial sessions. Deep Purple persuaded Glover to join full-time, an act that effectively killed Episode Six and gave Underwood a guilt complex that lasted nearly a decade—until Gillan recruited him for his new post-Purple band in the late 1970s.
This created the quintessential Deep Purple Mark II line-up, whose first, inauspicious release was a Greenaway-Cook tune titled "Hallelujah", which flopped.
The band gained some much-needed publicity with the Concerto for Group and Orchestra, a three-movement epic composed by Lord as a solo project and performed by the band at the Royal Albert Hall with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, conducted by Malcolm Arnold. Together with Five Bridges by The Nice, it was one of the first collaborations between a rock band and an orchestra, although at the time, certain members of Deep Purple (Blackmore and Gillan especially) were less than happy at the group being tagged as "a group who played with orchestras" when actually what they had in mind was to develop the band into a much tighter, hard-rocking style. Despite this, Lord wrote and the band recorded the Gemini Suite, another orchestra/group collaboration in the same vein, in late 1970.
The end came on tour in Britain in March 1976 at the Liverpool Empire Theatre. Coverdale reportedly walked off in tears and handed in his resignation, to which he was allegedly told there was no band left to quit. The decision to disband Deep Purple had been made some time before the last show by Lord and Paice (the last remaining original members), who hadn't told anyone else. The break-up was finally made public in July 1976.
Later, Bolin had just finished recording his second solo album, Private Eyes, when, on December 4, 1976, tragedy struck. In Miami, during a tour supporting Jeff Beck, Bolin was found unconscious by his girlfriend. Unable to wake him, she hurriedly called paramedics, but it was too late. The official cause of death: multiple-drug intoxication. He was 25 years old.
After the break-up most of the past and present members of Deep Purple went on to have considerable success in a number of other bands, including Rainbow, Whitesnake, Black Sabbath and Gillan. There were, however, a number of promoter-led attempts to get the band to reform, especially with the revival of the hard rock market in the late 1970s/early 1980s. By 1980, an unauthorised version of the band surfaced with Evans as the only member who had ever been in Deep Purple, eventually ending in successful legal action from the legitimate Deep Purple camp over unauthorised use of the name. Evans was ordered to pay damages of $672,000 (US) for using the band name without permission.[
In April 1984, eight years after the demise of Deep Purple, a full-scale (and legal) reunion took place with the "classic" early 1970s line-up of Blackmore, Gillan, Glover, Lord and Paice. The album Perfect Strangers was released in October 1984. A solid release, it sold extremely well and included the singles and concert staples "Knockin' At Your Back Door" and "Perfect Strangers". The reunion tour followed, starting in Australia and winding its way across the world to North America, then into Europe by the following summer. Financially, the tour was also a tremendous success. The UK homecoming proved limited, as they elected to play just a single festival show at Knebworth (with main support from the Scorpions; also on the bill were UFO, Bernie Marsden's Alaska, Mama's Boys, Blackfoot, Mountain and Meat Loaf). The weather was bad (torrential rain and 6" of mud), but 80,000 fans turned up anyway. The gig was called the "Return Of The Knebworth Fayre".
The line-up then released The House of Blue Light in 1987, which was followed by a world tour (interrupted after Blackmore broke a finger on stage) and another live album Nobody's Perfect (1988) which was culled from several shows on this tour, but still largely based around the by-now familiar Made in Japan set-list. In the UK a new version of "Hush" was released to mark 20 years of the band. In 1989, Gillan was fired as his relations with Blackmore had again soured and their musical differences had widened too far. His replacement was former Rainbow vocalist Joe Lynn Turner. This line-up recorded just one album, Slaves & Masters (1990) and toured in support. It is one of Blackmore's favourite Deep Purple albums, though some fans derided it as little more than a so-called "Deep Rainbow" album.
With the tour complete, Turner was forced out, as Lord, Paice and Glover (and the record company) wanted Gillan back in the fold for the 25th anniversary. Blackmore grudgingly relented, after requesting and eventually receiving 250,000 dollars in his bank account  and the classic line-up recorded The Battle Rages On, but tensions between Gillan and Blackmore came to a head yet again during an otherwise stunningly successful European tour. Blackmore walked out in November 1993, never to return. Joe Satriani was drafted in to complete the Japanese dates in December and stayed on for a European Summer tour in 1994. He was asked to join permanently, but his record contract commitments prevented this. The band unanimously chose Dixie Dregs/Kansas guitarist Steve Morse to become Blackmore's permanent successor.
After 30 albums and some of the most famous rock songs ever recorded, you'd think Alice Cooper's demons would've been conquered by now—or maybe locked in a cage and fed undercooked meat. But the man who changed the course of rock music in the '70s with bloody guillotines, sparking electric chairs, slimy boa constrictors, and a little blood and eyeliner still has more to slay in 2005. Alice Cooper is master at re-inventing himself, shedding his skin like one of his snakes to become everything from a mascara'd grave robber to a leather-wrapped street hooligan, a film noir detective, insane asylum honor student, and nihilistic dada-ist. 2003's Eyes of Alice Cooper saw another of these shape-shifts, grinding musical gears with back-to-basics garage rock. Wrapping his famous sneer/snarl around a fistful of power chords, Alice—lean and mean—pumped the adrenaline to toxic levels. With the release of Dirty Diamonds, Coop is back in even finer form, promising more thrills, chills and doctor bills.
..........Edgar with Bruce Willis at the grand opening of Planet Hollywood..............Onstage with Bruce..
............The Bruce Willis blues band and friends..(Stephen Stills fourth from left)..............Ian Gillan (vocal) Edgar and Steve Morse (guitar)..Sitting in with Deep Purple................Roger Glover (bass)......................Ian Paice (drums)....<..Hello everybody!..
..This is Edgar Winter. Yes, It's actually me, the blazing-albino Texas-tornado rocker, himself. So, what's with all this attitude, you ask? The answer is simple.....
..Lately, I've been getting a lot of e-mail asking about my web sites on myspace--and here's the point. UNTIL NOW, I've never HAD a web site on myspace. So, I'm here to set the record straight...
..Here's the deal. I don't really have time to keep up with two web sites, so this one is just going to have basic information--a bio, tour dates, a little about the band, a discography, what's new etc. If you would like to know more, my wife Monique and I invite you to visit us at our regular web site ....(edgarwinter.com).... where you will find lots of interesting stuff in the "Backstage" area...
..ALL FRIEND REQUESTS:..
..There is a link below to the myspace .... Edgar Winter Official Fan Site..... Please click to go to this site, and send your friend request there. We will also forward any friend requests to that site and sincerely hope you will join all the friends and fans gathering there. Monique and I will have an eye on this site as well, and will be dropping by to see what's going on. We will also keep this site regularly updated with special items, new photos, music, and the latest news. See you there, and Get Ready to Rock 'n' Roll!..
..And how do we know THIS is the REAL Edgar Winter, you ask? Well, here is our e-mail address, which if you check, you will find is the same one listed at edgarwinter.com. So, if there's a show you've seen you'd like to comment on, a record or CD you've heard, or a memory you'd like to share--you can write us at (email@example.com).....
This is the one and only e-mail address on the internet that will reach us directly. I don't guarantee I'll have time to answer, but I can guarantee I will get your e-mail.....
All the best..
..And Keep On Rockin',
Edgar and Monique........
........The Old Grey Whitstle Test from London on BBC....
..By the time Edgar Winter left his hometown of Beaumont, Texas in the 1960's, he was already technically proficient in every aspect of music. A child prodigy who achieved international success early on, Edgar has found an audience in every major entertainment medium--music, film and television. A prolific writer, Edgar's music encompasses many different genres, including rock, jazz, blues, and pop. From his critically acclaimed 1970 debut release, Entrance, he has demonstrated his unique style and ability to cross the genre lines and do the unexpected. His early recording of "Tobacco Road" is a powerful, emotionally devastating masterpiece that propelled him into the national spotlight. Edgar followed Entrance with two hit albums backed by his group White Trash, a group originally comprised of musicians from Texas and Louisiana. White Trash enjoyed huge success, both with the 1971 release of the studio album, Edgar Winter's White Trash, and with 1972's follow-up live gold album, Roadwork. ..In late 1972 Edgar brought together Dan Hartman, Ronnie Montrose and Chuck Ruff to form The Edgar Winter Group, the legendary band that created such hits as the number one Frankenstein and the ever popular Free Ride. Released in 1973, They Only Come Out at Night peaked at the number 3 position on the Billboard Hot 200 and stayed on the charts for an impressive 80 weeks. It was certified gold in April 1973 and double platinum in November 1986. Edgar invented the keyboard body strap early in his career, an innovation that allows him the freedom to move around on stage during his multi-instrument high-energy performances. He was also the first artist to feature a synthesizer as the main instrument in a song. Frankenstein revolutionized rock and roll and opened up a whole new world of possibilities with experimentation and sound. ..After They Only Come Out At Night, Edgar released Shock Treatment, featuring guitarist Rick Derringer in place of Ronnie Montrose. Later albums included Jasmine Nightdreams, The Edgar Winter Group with Rick Derringer, a live album, Together Live With Johnny Winter, Recycled, a reunion with White Trash, Standing On Rock, Mission Earth, Live In Japan, Not A Kid Anymore, The Real Deal, and Winter Blues...With over 20 albums and numerous collaborative efforts to his credit, Edgar Winter has not been satisfied to ride the wave of popular music stardom. Major national television and radio campaigns have relied on Edgar's music to advertise their products. Edgar has also made frequent television appearances, both to promote his music, and to give his opinions on everything from Politically Incorrect to a commercial with George Hamilton for Miller Lite beer. He has appeared in the film "Netherworld", and the TV shows "The Cape", "Mysterious Ways", "Dave Letterman", and "Jimmy Kimmel". ..Edgar's music can be heard in no fewer than fifteen film and television projects, including Netherworld, Air America, My Cousin Vinny, Encino Man, Son In Law, What's Love Got to do With It, Wayne's World 2, Starkid, Wag the Dog, Knockabout Guys, Duets, Radio, The Simpsons, Queer as Folk, and Tupac Resurrection. Edgar's hauntingly beautiful song, Dying to Live, is featured as "Runnin” (Dying To Live) in the film "Tupac Resurrection", the biography on the life of rapper Tupac Shakur. Produced by Eminem, the song uses the vocal talents of the Notorious B.I.G., Tupac, and Edgar Winter himself. "Runnin" is on numerous Billboard charts. It peaked at number 5 on the Hot R&B/Hip Hop Singles Sales chart, and the soundtrack CD was number 1 for 8 consecutive weeks. ..Edgar's CD and DVD, titled, "Live At The Galaxy" was recorded live at the Galaxy Theatre for Classic Pictures in 2003. It features the songs, "Keep Playing That Rock and Roll", "Turn On Your Love Light", "Free Ride", "Texas", "Show Your Love", "New Orleans", "Frankenstein" and "Tobacco Road". In addition, the DVD includes a 30 Minute Documentary, "Edgar Winter: The Man and His Music"...Edgar Winter's live shows consistently receive rave reviews. His music is always evolving and he is a master at stretching his skill and imagination to produce amazing results. He continues to thrill audiences with his live performances, always remaining on the cutting edge of music and style. Edgar is now at the very top of his game, and his future looks even brighter than his past...Edgar and his wife, Monique, live in Beverly Hills with their little dog Mimi.............Monique....
And now, on a happier note; I’d like to end with a love song for my wife, Monique, who saved my life, and will always be first and last in my heart. When it comes to Monique, I could write a book; and someday, I will. But for the time being, let me begin at the beginning, and give you the short story...
Monique and I came from different worlds. Hers was fashion and design, while mine was music. I didn’t follow the society collumns, and she didn’t follow rock ‘n’ roll. Monique lived on the fashionable upper East side of Manhattan, while I had a house in Connecticut: city girl, country boy...
She liked to socialize, while I preferred privacy almost to the point of being a recluse: sophisticated lady, simplistic hippie - the chic and the freak...
We had virtually nothing in common, and it’s highly unlikely our paths ever would have crossed, had it not been for fate. Some friends of mine had (just) met Monique, and she was all I heard about for weeks: the fascinating designer and "Toast of the Town" that EVERYONE seemed to know (except me). At first, this had no effect on me whatsoever; she certainly didn’t sound like my type. But as time went on, I started to develop an unaccountable curiousity I could not explain. So I asked my friends to invite her to prestigious parties, awards, and musical events, hoping to run into her casually and get introduced. It didn’t work. Monique politely declined every invitation. I took this as a good sign! Actually, I wasn’t particularly interested in girls who were into music. The road was full of them, and I’d had more than enough of that scene. I had come to realize that when a girl said, “Ooh, I just love music!” that usually meant - what ever band happened to be in town.
..Finally, I invited her out to my Connecticut home for a combination record company, media listening, and press party - to celebrate the forthcoming release of our new album. But again - Monique had a previous engagment - but thanked me for the (kind and gracious) invitation. By now, it was obvious that she was just Not Interested - in me, or my life-style. Gradually, it began to dawn on me that I was actually pursuing a girl who was way out of my league, and I was striking out: big-time!..
This was a strange and unnerving feeling. I was nearing the end of my rope, and I didn’t know what to do. I started asking myself, why should I care? I don’t even know this girl; I’ve never seen her, I have no idea what she looks like. But I did care, and I had to find out why. They say “opposites attract”, but that wasn’t it. This was something much bigger, much deeper: something I couldn’t fathom...
I had never been popular in school. I went to all the dances because I was always in the band; so I never dated. I was keenly aware that most of the girls who seemed so interested in me now were just infatuated with the idea of going out with a rock star. They couldn’t see me in any other way, and didn’t really care to try. For the most part, they were just looking for the next guy who was more handsome, more famous, more popular, or more powerful. And most of the guys I knew were just as eagerly looking for the next girl who was more beautiful, more seductive, more crazy, and more willing to introduce them to more girls along the same lines.
..I was beginning to realize that Monique was just as indifferent to all this as I was. If I stood any chance at all with her, it would be only because she was actually interested in me as a real person, not the stage image seen by the world. As for me, I was intrigued by the possibility of meeting a girl who might have the capacity to see me as I truely was, not overshadowed by some fantasy illusion that would surely dim, begin to fade, and eventually die; leaving only the plain, ordinary person, who could never live up to that unrealistic, imaginary expectation. I’ve noticed that people in general are frequently disappointed when they find out stars are just other people.
..Then I had an odd and disconcerting thought. It occured to me that I might be doing the same thing to Monique I was so concerned about others doing to me. I was developing an idealized mental image of Monique, based only on what I’d heard and thought I knew about her. I imagined her as a rare, exotic butterfly; fluttering and floating dreamlike over the mysterious, nocturnal meadows of New York night life, and I was chasing the butterfly: ever elusive, unattainable, and always just beyond my reach. But how could I make her understand? I didn’t want to capture her, or try to posses her. I was content to admire her from afar - and then get to know her - and hope she might get to know me. But we moved in such different orbits, it became clear that our worlds were just not giong to collide, that is, unless someone gave fate a hand; and that someone had to be me! There was only one thing left I could think of to do. I would keep on trying until I found out how to get in touch with her directly. I would call her up myself. I would be totally honest, straightforward, and sincere. I would tell her the truth; I would explain how I felt about her and what I had been going through, and then, if I actually got that far, I would ask her out! Even if she said no and turned me down flat, I would be no worse off than I had been before; except for a bruised ego, crushed confidence, and a broken heart. Well, I could live with that. I had always been a little shy, and I remember feeling extremely nervous, a bit insecure, and very vulnerable. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done in my life, but I finally worked up enough courage to pick up the phone and make that call. It changed my life! To this day, I still have no idea exactly what it was I said to Monique that convinced her to go out with me; but what ever it was, she agreed - although with certain reservations. She made it very clear that this was not going to be a “rock ‘n’ roll date”. I wasn’t absolutely sure how to interpret that; but I assumed she meant No Sex, and that was OK with me, that is, until I actually met her.
..I loved Monique from the first moment I saw her face. She was standing there, framed in the doorway of her Park Avenue penthouse, like a work of art, too beautiful to touch; and when I recall that instant, it is as though a new door opened in my life. We had to part for one day, so that I could start putting my past in order, for I knew deep down in my heart that the next time we met, we would be together for the the rest of our lives.
..We recognized one another immediately, as if we had known each other before. This feeling was so powerful, so definite, and so clear that there was no need to put it into words.
..It has been 25 years now, and we still get remarried every year, on our anniversary, and have a honeymoon, just as we did the very first time. This is something we would like to share with all loving couples. We try to do something different each year. We don’t neccessarily have a formal church wedding, or actually go away somewhere for a honeymoon. It can be as simple as just the two of us, exchanging vows in some special or favorite place.
..For me, part of the true meaning and depth of love is in the link between the spiritual and the physical. Love is somewhat like music in this way; it allows you to step outside yourself and experience life on another level. So many people seem to think of love as something that just happens. You fall in love, and that’s it - like some kind of accident.
..There may be some truth to this, as in the case of how I met Monique; but there is another side to it as well. Like music, love must be created: that’s why they call it “making love”. You can’t just put love on automatic, and expect it to keep going all by itself. Remairage helps to remind us of this by renewing that link between the spiritual, and the physical. The simple act of exchanging vows reaffirms the spiritual nature of love, while the honeymoon rekindles the flame of physical affection and romance. Just try it, and see if you don’t feel more romantic.
..And now, here is one more thing we would like to recommend to anyone who has someone special that they love and care for. It doesn’t have to be romantic love, it could be a family member or friend. Simply write down the person’s name; then, write down something you like about them that begins with each letter. That’s all there is to it. It’s easy, and it’s a nice thing to do................True Love............
As I look back in magical wonder on the story of how I met Monique, and reread it in the light of recent events (such as terrorism and the war) I have a realization; a cognition, like a light going off in my head! The challenge is how to express it; words are not very good at this kind of thing. That’s one of the reasons I love music. Music goes beyond words, which are a poor subtitute for emotions, and speaks to us in a different voice; because it is a dirrect experience in itself, just as love is. And Love, is what it’s all about!..
Maybe it’s my mortality compelling me to open my heart, before it’s too late - to say the things I think are important, while I still have the chance. So, I’m going to make a few broad personal statements, and express some unusual views that may not be currently very popular.
..1. I believe in old-fashioned traditional family values.
..2. I believe in true, romantic love.
..3. I believe in mogonamy and fidelity.
..When I say I believe in these things, I mean only for myself. I’m not trying to sell these ideas to anyone. On the contrary, I don’t even think that the institution of marriage is at all well suited to our culture or society. It simply doesn’t reflect our actual social values, and therefor doesn’t seem to work very well, as indicated by the high divorce rate...
Our western culture tells us “more is better”; more intelligence, more education, more knowledge, more influence, more possessions, more money, more power, even more spirituality - although this “so called spirituality” usually turns out to be just another subtle form of materialism in disguise...
But of all the things we’re told that more is better of, perhaps the biggest, most persistent, and all pervasive is More Sex! The whole advertizing industry is practically based, entirely, on the idea that More Sex is Better. It’s the irresistable carrot they dangle at the end of the rainbow, the big payoff behind all the other things we work so hard to get more of. Everything else we’re being sold is, itself, being sold by the idea that More Sex is Better!..
So, why do we have marriage - an institution that seems to be the dirrect antithesis of our cultural values, and diametrically opposed to our personal beliefs and desires? Very few people honestly like the concept of marriage; but they accept it as a matter of course, and even pretend to treat it with reverence and respect. These same people might attend a church, even though they don’t actually believe in the kind of God that church represents...
They might get married for any number of reasons: social convenience, parental approval, financial security, to raise a family; just because it’s expected of them, and is considered the right thing to do. They know that the heat of love’s passion will eventuallly cool; but they’re prepared to sacrifice, to make the relationship work. And if their minds and interests begin to wander, well, it happens in the best of marriages. No one can be expected to completely supress their secret lusts and hidden desires. Besides, an active sexual fantasy life is only normal and healthy, and is certainly nothing to be ashamed of. ..
Even if an occasional indiscretion were to occur, it might hurt; but it wouldn’t be the end of the world. And if it was handled discreetly, why should anyone ever have to know? A kind and loving partner would be careful and considerate, so as not to cause the other any upset or embarassment. ..
And if we didn’t exactly love each other,well, how many couples truely did? we had to keep up appearances; and think of the children. You had to be realistic about these things. Compromise, sacrifice, patience, forgiveness, and understanding: that’s what makes a relationship work, isn’t it? After all, nobody’s perfect; and we still have a pretty good life - all in all - don’t we?..
Bull****: and not even good, interesting or imaginative bull****; just your typical, everyday, American, middle-class, suburban bull****. These were the values I rebelled against as a teenager: hypocritical, insincere, pretentious, justifying, self-deceiving, acquiescent, dull, conformity. If you don’t like the idea of monogamy - and prefer sexual variety - and you don’t want the commitment of remaining faithful to one person, and you don’t really believe in the idea of true love to begin with, why get married? I remember reading somewhere that maturity is resignation. Well, I didn’t feel like growing up, and I certainly wasn’t going to resign!..
Then the hippies came up with the idea of free love; this sounded great! Break the chains of conformity: throw off your inhibitions, loosen up. Love without competitive ego; possessiveness, jealousy, guilt, or obligation: free love with no strings attached. When I see it written down, it looks more like a yuppie sales pitch than hippie idealism. Free Love! No risk - no obligation! No purchase neccessary! Act now while supply lasts! So I did!..
Bull****! Cooler, more interesting, and a lot more fun: but still bull****. Don’t get me wrong; I’m still more of a hippie than anything else. If it hadn’t been for the negativity of certain drugs, I think civil rights and the peace movement might have transformed the world in a more positive way. They certainly changed America and transformed the world, anyway; but I also think these ideas might have had more credibility without their association with drugs. That, however, is another subject...
I was talking about free love, and when I say bull****; I mean only that it didn’t work for me. Free love is a noble idealistic concept, but so is communism. I don’t mean this just as a sarcastic joke, I’m actually drawing a valid analogy. There is something in both these concepts that seems to go against human nature. When you work, you naturally expect something in return; money, or something else of value that is yours to keep. The same is true of love. When you give your love, it’s also natural to expect something in return beyond the moment: loyalty, trust, a sense of belonging. If someone threatens the one you love, you feel protective; and if someone tries to steal their love away, it’s only
natural to feel jealous and possessive...
Free love also tends to equate love with sex; so sex becomes a more casual act, like shaking hands. I like shaking hands OK; it’s a nice custom, but it doesn’t compare with sex! Love and sex are two entirely different things. They are both beautiful, and you can have either one without the other. You can have sex without love, and you can have love without sex. But, when you have them both together, that’s a third thing entirely different from the other two. And that’s what I choose to call “True Romantic Love”!..
Now we come to the point. I say I believe in true romantic love. Most people don’t. Most people talk about love as though it happens every day, but they’re referring to that other thing I described earlier. Most of them would have a hard time accepting the idea that true romantic love even exists. They would call it a niave, childlike, fairy tale, story book fantasy that you’re just not likely to see in the real world. And sadly enough, for the most part, they’re right; not about the nature of love, but aboutd the fact that we see so little of it!..
They would say that anyone with such an unrealistic dream would surely face a life of hopeless disillusion and despair. But, I say just the opposite. I say - it is the person who is so logical, so reasonable, and therefore to rigid and unwilling to open his heart enough to admit even the possibility of love, who is destined to live the life of unhappiness and quiet desperation; just because he was too afraid to hope, to afraid to dream, too afraid to believe...
Love is like God; it’s existence can not be proved, it must be accepted on faith. If we see too little love in the world, the sadness is that there are too few people who have the innocence and simplicity of spirit to believe...
I don’t pretend to understand love. I would never presume to define or explain it. I’m sure it must be different for every person. Love is a riddle pondered by the philosophers throughout the ages; but whoever said “love is blind” didn’t quite get it right, for me. I believe love sees all, reveals all, and understands all. If you truely love someone, you don’t just blindly accept everything they say and do, regardless of wheather you believe it’s right or wrong. That would be no more than empty flattery and mindless approval...
To me, true love is not undeserved praise or blind obedience; true love is absolute honesty, and complete trust. Why would you trust someone who only told you what you wanted to hear. True love is when a person holds up a mirror that allows you to see yourself as you truely are. That’s what Monique has done for me! She showed me the meaning of
TRUE LOVE!........The Story of the Sword......../i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb116/tyrae86/bigdaddyvmi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket">....I especially want to thank Suzanne O'Brien who found a sword that once belonged to my father. I'm not exactly sure how she came across it, but she must have gone to some trouble and expense. It was a very thoughtful and honorable act of kindness to return it to the Winter family, where it belongs. Here is a little history on the sword, and our family, that may help you understand just how much it means to me...
As a young boy, I naturally idolized my father. He fought overseas in World War II, as a colonel in the infantry; and though I was born at the end of the war, and was too young to know much about it, I do remember his attending Army Reserve meetings. I used to love to see him dressed up in his uniform, with all the insignias and medals. Man, did he look cool!..
..The sword was presented to him at VMI, (Virginia Military Institute), and I remember a picture of him wearing it at graduation. I was proud of my father's military service. I looked up to him as a hero, and still do, to this day.
..When I was little, the house had a huge old attic. It was dark and mysterious, and could only be entered through a trap door, with stairs that folded down from the ceiling. Going up stairs, that were normally never there, through an almost invisible door in the ceiling, was cool enough by itself; but there were also creepy corners, and cobwebs, and rickety rafters, and an awesome attic fan (with a humongous motor and blades as big as an airplane propeller), that could shake the whole house with a wind like a hurricane. Who knew what secret treasures might be up there, just waiting to be explored and discovered!
..I used to beg my parents,"PLEASE, let me go up in the attic to play." They said it was too dirty and dangerous up there, which of course made me want to go even more! When I look back on it now, it reminds me of The Narnia Chronicles, stories written by C.S. Lewis, in which these children are playing "hide and seek" in this strange old house; where one of them decides to hide in a massive old wardrobe, back behind all the clothes, and then discovers that it goes on - forever and ever - into a magic land called Narnia. Well, that's the way I felt about the old attic!
..So, I suppose you can all guess what I found up there - at least one thing, anyway. Of course, my father's old VMI sword: with it's silver blade, and his name embossed in gold, rusting away, a little sad, but so beautiful. (I also found his old alto sax up there, but that was years later, and another story - maybe I'll get around to telling, someday) - anyway -
..I fell in love with that old sword! It was light and slender, being a dress sword for show, and not for fighting. It had a metal scabbard that hooked to my belt, and it made a great (swoosh) sound as it was drawn from it's sheath. It was just perfect for a little kid to wave around like Zorro, or one of the Three Musketeers, or perhaps a young dashing southern gentleman in the cavalry.
..As time went on, I forgot about the sword. I guess I outgrew it, along with the simple spirit of adventure it represented. It died a quiet unnoticed death, like so many childhood dreams.
..Some years later, my parents decided to renovate the attic, and create a family room. I remember pretending to have a sore throat, so I could stay home from school to watch the carpenters work. The old attic was turning into a new magic land, just as I always hoped, only in a different way. They were building the stairway to a whole new world: a grown-up world I couldn't even begin to imagine yet. It was fascinating to watch them put in the new stairs that would always be there from then on, so solid, so dependable, so real. Like all grown-up stuff: they would always go exactly where you expected them to. They were there for good. - But where would they lead?
..They did, in fact, lead to a kind of magic land, just as I had dreamed, but not at all how I had imagined. At the very top of the stairs was a door that opened into a space we called the Big Room. This soon became the center of activity in the house. The piano was moved from the old living room downstairs, up to the big room; and so began the slow decline and death of the, so called, living room. It soon became populated with furniture too good to play around or sit on, and was used only for company and special occasions.
..The big room also became the music room. It was where we could have band practice, and make all the noise we wanted. This was the new magic and sense of freedom that would change my life forever! Johnny and I started learning how to play real music in the big room. It's true we had played instruments like the ukulele, piano, acoustic guitar, and marimba for years; but now, it was becoming electric guitar, drums, electric piano and organ. I suspect our parents built the big room in order to keep us from driving them crazy!
..There was also another area opposite and behind the stairs called the Back Room. Up 'til that time, Johnny and I had slept in the same room together, for years. We were closer than anyone could imagine: almost as though we were two people living the same life. But now we had more space, so I started to take over the back room. It was where I kept all my toys: the model airplanes I built and flew with my father, erector sets, science and chemistry stuff, hi-fi, radio, electronics, and a small part of the family's gun collection.
..Eventually, my mother's father, Edgar Holland, who's name I bear, decided to build a cabinet to hold most of the guns, and so my collection increased dramatically. Also, in the cabinet, was a space for two swords; my father's VMI, and a much older, heavier looking cavalry sword, who's story I never learned.
..So, my old friend "the sword" was back! I hadn't seen it for years. It must have lain in some dark corner, forgotten and neglected all that time. I had moved on to other toys. I had my father's Colt 45 army automatic, and a German Luger from the war. And now, I had the old sword back, too! I took it out and tried to clean it up, but the silver had rusted entirely away in places, and it would never be the same. I felt guilty for not having taken better care of it; but at least, now, I had it back; and it was in a safe place, where I would never lose it again - I thought. But, of course, time went on; I grew up and moved away, my father died just recently, and my mother finally decided to sell the old house - THE END -
..But Wait! Fate had another surprise in store. My band and I were playing B.B. Kings in New York City, and we had been invited by Hiram Bullock and Will Lee to catch their late set at "Chicago Blues". I was staying over to rehearse with them for Japan, and we were all excited to hear their band - which was incredible! There was a rumour going around that I might be sitting in, so I thought it world be fun to show up and play. We all met during their break, just before the final set; and someone mentioned there was a girl who had been looking for me all night. Of course, I showed no interest, until they said she had a sword. And then, I remembered. Kirk had told me something about someone finding my father's sword.
..So, you can imagine my surprise when I met Suzanne, and she handed me "The Sword". It seemed so strange and incongruous, almost unreal to see it in such surroundings. They said, "Look, it even has your father's name right on the blade!" For all they knew, I was not familiar with it, or wouldn't remember it, or had never even seen it before. I didn't know what to say. So, at a loss for words, I just nodded, and said - "Yeap, that's the sword, alright." They urged me to accept it as a gift, and take it then and there; but I was going to Japan, and Monique was flying out to join me. Since I couldn't have it sent home, I told her to send it to Kirk and Misty.
..So, just in case you think I might have forgotten about the sword, I'd like you to hear a song I wrote for my father, some years ago, while he was still very much alive and well. I was touring with Leon Russell at the time, and we got to talking about our early years. I was reflecting on my childhood - back to the time when as a young boy, I so idealized my father, as a soldier and a hero. When I think of him this way, I still visualize him as he was in that VMI graduation picture, a young cadet in full dress uniform, with the sword. It was so much more colorful, and less warlike than army khaki - and so it was that image that inspired me to write this song. Monique always loved it, and gave me the idea of putting it on the internet, in honor of my father, and to express our deep appreciation to Suzanne for her memorable gift. She wanted to share this with you all, so here it is.
..Peace Is Marching On..
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..There was a war my daddy fought
..A soldier in the infantry
..And way back then when I was young I thought
..That's just what I would like to be
..Oh, that big parade, and all that gold braid
..It was really quite a show
..I was old enough to remember then
..But still too young to know
..He said, boy, don't get the wrong idea
.."Bout a soldier or a gun
..Though many battles we have fought
..The war is not yet won
..Now, as banners fly, over towers high
..We defend the peace below
..I was old enough to understand
..But still too young to know
..He said, son, as you grow older
..Many lessons you will learn
..To make this world a better place
..When it finally comes your turn
..Now, with the missles aimed
..And all the targets named
..And nowhere else to go
..I hope you're old enough to understand
..And wise enough to know
..We all want peace and freedom
..So together we can grow
..There's just one world for all of us
..By now, I hope we know
..I believe we know
..If we can love instead of hate
..You know it's not too late
..If we can trust instead of fear
..You know the time is here
..I believe we know
..For those who took a stand
..For the freedom of the land
..(Peace is marching on)
..Every nation great and small
..I want'a say it to you all
..(Peace is marching on)
..To the heros brave and true
..I dedicate this song to you
..(Peace is marching on)
..To the soldiers brave and strong
..Can you help us sing this song
..(Peace is marching on)
..I believe for everyone
..That the time for peace has come
..Oh-oh, yes it has