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Rating: The concert was supposed to start after dinner as usual, but we arrived near the Palaghiaccio around 3 in the afternoon. First, we went to Marino to eat bread and porchetta and to drink wine from the castles. We also had some weed.Around 5, we were completely stoned but feeling great and headed towards the concert.
I thought: "...who knows if DP are still strong, maybe not, now they're around fifty maybe it'll all be in a minor tone...". Hell no.
It's not my habit to be in the front row, but for DP I would make an exception. Even though we arrived early, the front rows were already more than occupied. A human sea of long hair, fur, bushy hair, beards, mustaches, bugs, fleas. Leather jackets (but it was May, it was warm, then in the indoor arena, what's the point in telling you? the ice, you say? no, there was no ice). A particular guy, to whom I'll give the award of "most disgusting of all" was revolting. Short, 30 years old, long beard and hair, leather jacket on bare skin (nothing underneath), agitated, disheveled, pouring sweat, an unclassifiable being.
As for me NOTHING COULD STOP ME. Fueled by wine and weed I felt invincible but mostly I was overflowing with euphoria because I was about to see for the first time the DEEP PURPLE, you know right? they are the strongest of all for me! And it was like that, like a tank I made my way forward pushing away sweaty and repulsive monsters, overcoming the resistance of a thousand mighty metalheads more stoned than me but that day I was JESUS CHRIST OF FAT so there was no stopping me.
Up front it was hell, we were all crushed, shoves were flying, insults, it was about to turn into a brawl but that day I was Christ, I already said, and I started to shout: "HEY STOP STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WE ARE ALL BROTHERSS!!!! WE ARE HERE FOR THE DEEP PURPLEEEE!!!! EEEEEEEEEEHHHH!" well you won't believe it but it worked (I had too much charisma). Everyone shouted with me and hugged each other, the leather-jacketed ultra-sweaty metalhead hugged me and he smelled like a garbage bag left open under the August sun but ok yes you can hug me I'm the savior. This thing about the brawl about to erupt, me shouting DEEP PURPLE/BROTHERS everyone goes eeeh and we become best friends happened again about an hour later! And everything went like the first time!
Well.
The concert starts.
Smoke on stage, nothing visible. A powerful, cool bright green light. Underneath you hear the bass, dondondondondon, it's compelling, the drums, the guitar, keyboards, it's the beginning of HIGHWAY STAR. At some point, IAN GILLAN pops up!!! oh holy christ... it was him JESUS CHRIST NOT ME! Tall, long hair, beautiful, a freaking angelic screamer! And the song was going on great, they were incredibly strong, John Lord was large, big, played standing, he was proud, you could see he was a damn artist. Blackmore was spaced out, still, motionless but his guitar was possessed, sometimes making sudden crazy moves and faces twisted by genius possessed by himself (by the genius). I had too much, REALLY TOO MUCH EMPATHY AND ENERGY and so it happened that twice in two different momentsIAN GILLAN and I looked each other in the eyes. He was looking right at me!!! the fact is, for the two times he didn't just glance at me... he really stared, and I in return. We were two Jesus Christs, one the screaming singer, the other the chubby brawl-stopper.
Then the concert continued but the review ends here, make do with it.
On "Il Messaggero" the next day there was an enthusiastic article because that concert was fantastic, it seems DP were even about to do a live record based on that concert or it was just proposed to them, I don't remember.
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