‘Don’t rain on my parade!’
Prepared to share and give scope access to anyone (before, during and after the show), there was (sadly) a lot of rain on their parade. The equipment these astronomers had provided is far too delicate and expensive to be drenched, so that aspect of the evening, unfortunately, was benched. I’m fascinated by the nighttime sky (especially here in the glorious Catskills) and plan to make a trip to this club in the near future, since this time out there was a “freckle on the nose of life’s complexion.”
“I’ll march my band out,” rang in my head as rock fans began wading through the pavilion, in anticipation of “Deep Purple” (www.deeppurple.com), now in its third decade of rockin’ the house. The storm the night before had wreaked havoc with the lawn seating (if someone takes a spill, it’s me and not you) but the center made sure all ticket holders were accommodated. Opening act “Ernie and the Automatics” (www.ernieandtheautomat
ics.com) hit the stage, sounding great and warming up the crowd for the main attraction.
Comprised of several former members of the now-defunct band “Boston,” the Automatics (Michael Antunes, Tim Archibald, Ernie Boch Jr., Barry Goudreau, Sib Hashian and Brian Maes) made the most of their “turn at bat” and most certainly, “didn’t fake it.” Following a brief intermission, Deep Purple made me realize that “I’m gonna live and live now!” as I threw caution to the (rather intense) wind and rocked out with the best of them in the dry pavilion.
Lead vocalist Ian Gillian sounded amazing (after all these years) and was matched, note for note, by fellow band mates Don Airey, Roger Glover, Steve Morse and Ian (“I’ll beat my drum”) Paices—not to mention the 27-piece orchestra that accompanied them. With “one shot, one (rim) shot and bang!,” Deep Purple proved beyond a doubt, that a band can “only die once, sir” and (IMHO) this group is still prepared to give the audience “one roll for the whole shebang” as they tour the country very much alive and kicking.