The Shadow of the Blues

Putting the 'fan' back into fantasy!

David Coverdale (Whitesnake)

Disclaimer: I'm a rotten performing artist. I have good ear (or so I'm told), and I can read some music, but I can't play. That's going to change when I manage to find somewhere to prop up the keyboard we found in that church shop for £30 and learn to play it… but I digress.

Back on topic: I sing to my toddler, and I'm good enough for kiddie songs, but I'd never consider myself performing singer material, despite a couple of years of choir in high school. The spousal unit, who is an accomplished musician and semi-professional singer (a solid baritone who has performed at the Royal Albert Hall in his time), says I do myself down and I'm actually quite decent when I don't allow myself to be crippled by self-consciousness. According to him, I'm a mezzo, though he can't establish my range (half an octave would be about right, sez I), and he has even offered to tutor me. One day I'll take him up on his offer. One day.

All this to back up the declaration that me singing a duet with David Coverdale would be a swoonworthy experience, but one up there with dragons and unicorns.

I've been a squeeing Coverdale fangirl for some 25 years, I've probably listened to everything he has recorded, and to my knowledge, he's never performed a duet with another artist. So, if I could get that, it would even be a first in his career, not just an earth-stopping moment in my life.

I'm not sure what we could possibly share, out of his repertoire. Probably one of the Whitesnake power ballads, like 'Judgment Day' or 'Sailing Ships'. Certainly nothing that needs belting out. Even at his age, he'd blow me out of the water. It would have to be him in first voice and me adding some embellishments, the way Nightwish do in 'The Islander'.



Now that I think about it, the particular song could have been perfect. Spare, soulful, and a mutual opportunity for exploration.

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No More Heroes?

Hugely, obscenely misunderstood song. It’s not about nihilism and ‘the age of heroes is past’. It is about calling for more heroes, for a way out of mediocrity. ‘Whatever happened to the heroes?’ If your English is not good enough to understand the words, don’t critique.

Excuse the fit of pique; I recently came across a series of articles on rock music collected from a Christian youth magazine I used to read. I hadn’t seen them in a few years, and only came across them on my last visit home, while sorting out books to take back with me. I remember reading them when I was a teenager and being rather unconvinced. As an adult, I can fully grasp the extent of their bias and ignorance, and both are monumental. Really, proof that one should leave well alone if they don’t know their subject well enough. Ignorance is no excuse for misinformation. (Yes, I know it happens all the time, but don’t get me started along that track.)

The heart of the matter, however, is that people need heroes. Rather, they need role models, and in the absence of heroes, they’ll opt for antiheroes or villains. So, whatever happened to the heroes in the 21st century?

The short answer is: we’ve grown closer to them, and they no longer seem larger than life, like they used to. With the media covering every corner of the planet, it is easy to find out nearly everything about those who are everything one wants to be, and that makes them appear just human, regardless of their glamour levels. It’s hard to imagine legends of divinity about someone that you know even where they stop for coffee.

It’s not the heroes’ fault if they fail to fill the boots we prefabricate for them. It’s up to us and what we want from our lives. If you want 15 minutes of fame and aim to go on Big Brother to get it, you should be prepared to bitch and whore for attention, and eventually to be shoved aside when the next crop comes up. If you want to be Sir Alan Sugar when you grow up, be prepared to be treated the way he treats his apprentices on the way. We all have a big goal, but it doesn’t matter when we reach it, or even if we reach it at all. What does matters is the how; the journey there and the choices we make along the way. Because the goal is one moment and the journey is, you know, one’s life.

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