Wring That Neck

Lately I've been fascinated by the Deep Purple song 'Wring That Neck'. It was on The Book of Taliesyn originally, and became a fixture of shows during the Mark II lineup (Blackmore, Gillan, Lord, Glover, Paice) and is just amazing. I've found a lot of really amazing versions that were luckily filmed on Youtube, and will try to post some on here. It's very fun to watch, and some of the stuff they were doing is so ahead of its time that it still boggles my mind, and some of the performances are 40 years old. It's crazy how that works, but it is something I can really appreciate and enjoy, and I'm glad that different people have posted these to share. I'm really glad YouTube exists. :)

Live in Paris, 1970




Bilzen, 1969

Part I



Part II


Part III
This has one of the most jaw dropping guitar solos I have heard Ritchie play. Absolutely amazing.




Doing Their Things, 1970

Searching for the Sacred Heart...

Lately my life has been anything but normal. I've found myself in the middle of a strange and pointless conflict that made me walk away from things and people that I love. I don't know if that is permanent, or just will take some time to heal, but right now part of me feels tired, worn and old. It's the kind of feeling that I never thought I would feel, and I wish I knew how to understand myself, because I really do not right now.

I've never been in a situation where someone basically attacked me for words that were not my own, and it really makes me wonder why some people get freaked out about forums and websites and what people say. They get freaked out over opinions, empty words that might be posted out of irritability, immaturity, or educated opinion. Even so, it's just opinion. It makes me sad that I let it affect me so much, but what else can you do? It feels like this year so far has been a lot of wasted effort in some areas of my life. The only good part is that other parts of my life are doing quite well, flourishing in fact, but part of that was from the energy and life I got from the things that now seem to decay.

I've felt helpless and cast off for a week now. It's been a week where I threw myself into school, and then not so much. I substituted the guitar sound I love for a predecessor, not a bad thing, but a nice change. When the sounds of someone you love make you cry, maybe it's best to let that fly away. Perhaps he will come back. Perhaps my heart will mend itself in time. I hope so. And he has no idea. He probably knows nothing, except that I write lots of emails, and I have a lot of emotion to get out. Maybe it is enough? I don't know. There are so many trivial obstacles in the way that it makes me want to stand up and scream, scream until my throat is raw and my hair is matted with sweat.

I finally find someone that works for me, that has that same intuition and spark, and everything else seems to get in the way. All I want is to see him, just for a little while, talk in person and figure things out. I tried to say ok, this is it, and all I did was cry myself into a stupor and ache. It's a kind of empty feeling I can't even fathom. I'm not sure if I will ever understand, but I hope it's not over. I guess it is only over when one of us says it is. Whether it's real or a farce, I will not know for a good long time, and all I can do is wait. I hate waiting, a lot.

For now, I try not to yearn for emails that won't come, some sign of life, of anything, even though some days I grit my teeth and wait for him to tell me I'm crazy, to go away and never email him or think of him again; I've been waiting for that since all of this started and it never came. I'm not sure what it means, since that is what I have come to expect, but I suppose I will find out eventually, one way or the other.

I just know this much: The trust I have given to some people will probably never be replaced, and from now on I will try to institute a new code for myself. I'm not sure what it is as of yet, but perhaps I will work through it this summer, examine myself and figure out what I want, where I want to be, and how I want to get there. Listening to "Sacred Heart" today really reminded me of that... "whenever you dream, that's when you fly"

I think I need to start dreaming again...