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Thursday 29th June
It's a Classic Rock news and reviews deadline week. This and a distinct lack of gigs is responsible for not having much to post in the Diary. Haven't even had a great deal of time to watch the World Cup. And when I did settle down in front of the box, the teams that I really wanted to see fall on their arses - the likes of Germany, France, Brazil, and those cheating Italians (it was never a penalty!) - have all done the business. It's that 'shit or get off the pot' stage of the competition, I guess. Very worrying for England, I admit.
Spoke to Captain Sensible of The Damned yesterday; what an amusing fellow. And in the evening I nattered to ex-Status Quo drummer John Coghlan about his new book, Coghlan And Quo, then to the one and only Paul Rodgers. After his exploits with Brian May and Roger Taylor, the former Free/Bad Co icon is back on the road Stateside with a few solo shows. Nothing's certain yet, but it looks as though Britain might see him again some time in November.
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Monday 26th June
Family Ling attended a BBQ with some local friends while England ground out yesterday's unimpressive 1-0 victory over Ecuador. But for Beckham's stunning free kick, it's a bit scary to consider how the match might've turned out - but at least we made it through to the last eight. Portugal and their dreaded manager Luiz Felipe Scolari, architect of too many England tournament exits, now await us in Gelsenkirchen on Saturday afternoon. Will it be revenge at last, or more suffering inflicted by the man that snubbed the FA mere months ago? Only time will tell.
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Saturday 24th June
I've just been watching Nightwish's 'End Of An Era' DVD, a recording of their last concert with singer Tarja Turunen. It couldn't have been more aptly named, and I'm left wondering how on God's green earth the Finns can continue without their golden-voiced talis(wo)man. Tarja sings like a multi-octaved angel on 'End Of An Era', and despite leader Tuomas Holopainen's claims that the studio is booked to begin rehearsing for a new album in September, Turunen has set standards that most mortals could only dream of following.
Speaking of which, we still await a statement or any kind of clarification from Journey regarding those devastating lip-synching allegations. It's now being reported that the band's management are attempting to force the hosting sites to take down the controversial MP3s of those 'live' performance that set the internet buzzing, with messageboard references to the subject being instantly deleted at journeymusic.com. I've received emails asking why I'm getting so irate over this subject. Well, as someone who's attended three or more shows a week for the past 25 years, the Manchester Apollo gig they played at the start of the month would have ranked in my Top 10 of all time. If tapes were being used, they should come clean and own up. And if they insist their innocence, I will happily believe them. But they must say something - mud sticks, after all. If this stony silence is maintained, I personally will have no alternative but to consider Journey guilty as charged. Jeezus, it breaks my heart to type those words...
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Thursday 22nd June
My sympathies go out to Diamond Head. The Brummie band played an excellent set at the Underworld last night, but only around 100 people turned up to see it. I know that Argentina had a game with Holland 'cos I watched the first half of what turned out to be a less than thrilling 0-0 stalemate in the upstairs bar, but where was everyone else??!! Having made the brave decision to replace frontman Sean Harris, last original member Brian Tatler finds himself in a more unenviable position than ever. Newcomer Nick Tart (what a wonderful name for a singer!) is slotting in nicely, but due to a variety of regrettable factors - bad luck/awful management/wrong record label/ill-advised grim reaper oufits - DH were never too popular in Britain in the first place. Now they're really starting again at the bottom of the pile.
Nevertheless, their 90-minute set was chocka with great songs. Taken from the current 'All Will Be Revealed' album, 'Give It To Me', 'Mine All Mine', 'Fallen Angel' and 'Alimony' all showed that the band have got what it takes without Harris, and the final run-in of 'Sucking My Love', 'Streets Of Gold', 'Helpless', 'Am I Evil?' and 'In The Heat Of The Night' was utterly breathtaking. As a composer and player of riffs, Brian Tatler is right up there with Sabbath's Tony Iommi, and Lars Ulrich has long since owned up to stealing all Metallica's best ideas from songs like 'It's Electric', 'The Prince' and 'Lightning To The Nations' (all aired last night, plus a re-shaped 'To The Devil His Due', 'Borrowed Time' and 'I Can't Help Myself'). Watching Diamond Head in such small environs felt a bit like being at the Saxon Tavern in Catford and Peckham's Bouncing Ball Club in the heady days of 1982 - only back then the band were moving upwards. You've gotta admire their stubborness.
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Wednesday 21st June
I'd like to tell you all about Iron Maiden's new album 'A Matter Of Life And Death'... but sadly I can't. Before hearing it at yesterday's playback and interview session, I was made to sign a non-disclosure form. I don't think anyone'll sue me for borrowing the immortal catchphrase of the band's manager Rod Smallwood and stating that it's "blooooooddddddy great", certainly following a natural path from 'Brave New World' and 'Dance Of Death', but more than that I really cannot say for now. So please don't ask.
After the playback and interviews, and a tasty barbecue, everyone sat down to watch the England-Sweden game. A 2-2 draw was enough for England to top the group and avoid host nation Germany but once again Beckham and the boys under-performed in the second half, and nobody will be in the least bit surprised if the horrific tournament-ending injury to Michael Owen exposes Sven's insane decision to leave our best strikers kicking their heels at home in favour of an untried kid. The bald Swede is an utter waste of space, in my humble estimation.

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Tuesday 20th June
What a thoroughly enjoyable interview I did with Rick Neilsen at his hotel in London yesterday. The veteran guitarist is a breath of fresh air, volunteering the opinion that although Cheap Trick have made several good albums, they've yet to make a great one. What admirable honesty, though the new 'Rockford' is without doubt the Chicagoan's strongest in many a long year.
In a few hours I'm off to a playback of Iron Maiden's hotly awaited new CD, 'A Matter Of Life And Death'. I note that it includes a song called 'These Colours Don't Run'; hmmm.... wonder what the heck that can be about?! Apparently all the band will be there for a BBQ and communal viewing of tonight's England vs Sweden game, as will various journos from mainland Europe - including Swedes and Germans. As the popular song goes, I predict a riot!
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Monday 19th June
Still recovering from an excellent gig at the Hammersmith Apollo last night. Too young to have seen the Sensational Alex Harvey Band first time around, I made certain of arriving on time. It was unnerving to note that bassist Chris Glen has morphed into rotund deejay Jonno Coleman, but the Shamen's 'Mad' Max Maxwell did a fine job of replacing the irreplaceable in an enjoyable five-song set, even giving "the hacks" from Classic Rock a namecheck in a newly re-written version of 'Framed'. Cheap Trick were up next, introducing a pair ('Welcome To The World' and the single 'Perrect Stranger') from the splendid new 'Rockford' album, as well as running through such classics as 'Hello There', 'Big Eyes', 'Dream Police', 'I Want You To Want Me' and 'Surrender'. "Cheap Trick... four great guys and three great chords," said guitarist Rick Neilsen from the stage... how right he was!
The best was saved till last, however, Def Leppard's 90-minute set almost tearing off the roof. Not everyone likes the new covers CD 'Yeah!' (though I personally give it the thumbs up), and the band included just about enough from it - Sweet's 'Hellraiser' opened the show, with '20th Century Boy' (T. Rex), 'Hanging On The Telpehone' (Blondie) and a Leppard-ised version of 'Rock On' (David Essex) sounding great. His hair straightened and dyed blonde, bassist Rick Savage at times looked unnervingly like the late, great Steve Clark. 'Rocket', 'Armageddon It', 'Animal' and 'Let's Get Rocked' all simply ruled, and if 'When Love And Hate Collide' isn't one of the best songs of all time then I'm a Dutchman.
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Sunday 18th June
Hyde Park was scorchingly hot yesterday. To be honest, I found it pretty hard to believe that 85,000 people would congregate to see the Foo Fighters - a band I'd never actually seen before. Even more honestly, my main motivation for attending was special guests Motörhead, who were viewed by a large chunk of the crowd as though they'd just descended from Mars. Lemmy's voice may have sounded a little more frail than normal, but he had infinitely more charisma than anyone else on the bill. When he came onstage to jam with Dave Grohl on Probot's 'Shake Your Blood' you could almost sense the audience's bafflement. It works both ways. Beyond an appreciation of the craftmanship that goes into songs like 'My Hero', 'Learn To Fly', 'Breakout', 'Monkey Wrench' and 'In Your Honour', and of the easy conviviality with which Grohl fronts the show, yours truly was left stunned by the Foo Fighters' overwhelming blandness. Apart from Lemmy's appearance, the highlight was an appearance from Brian May and Roger Taylor on 'We Will Rock You'/'Tie Your Mother Down', with Foos drummer Taylor Hawkins on vocals.
Earlier on, a barely audible front of house mix had done its best to scupper Queens Of The Stone Age - though the band contributed to their own donwfall by omitting 'Feel Good Hit Of The Summer' and 'The Lost Art Of Keeping A Secret'. At times it sounded like Josh Homme, hair dyed newly black, and company were playing in Braille. This was in stark contrast to openers Angels And Airwaves - a side-project of Blink-182 man Tom DeLong - who sounded crisp yet, melodic, symphonic and surprisingly entertaining. Definitely a name to watch out for if such a short showing is anything to go by.
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Saturday 17th June
Still ploughing through the mountain of emails that arrived while I was offline. One of the most interesting and indeed disturbing is from a fella called Dean (thanks also to Mel Dalley, who forwarded the same link). It is being alleged that the reason for Steve Augeri's awesome vocal performance on Journey's European tour is that he was lipsynching all along. It's being claimed that the band used recordings from a Las Vegas DVD 2001 show to fatten out the sound, not to mention patch over throat problems Augeri experienced on the group's US dates. If there's any truth to these rumours, I am aghast. From my spot less than 20 feet from the stage at Manchester Apollo there was no sign of any cheating. And yet somebody named Svante Pettersson who worked for Swedish radio at this year's Sweden Rock Festival insists that "Augeri could not sing at all", his voice "constantly out of tune when he tried to reach the high parts" when heard from a truck recording the show, while out front "the vocals sounded terrific". There are also soundclips of the same song recorded in different venues in which Augeri's vocals are identical, yet the music sounds different. This would mean that the band have been pulling the wool over our eyes for years. Frankly, I find it all difficult to take seriously. But I'm in agreement with Dean, who insists Journey should own up to what they're doing should the allegations have foundation, and that some sort of official response has become a matter of importance.
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Friday 16th June
Oh, what a bugger of a time I've had. On Wednesday, our perfect English summer was punctuated by a torrential rainstorm. Only I was inside the house watching Sky Sports News for confirmation of Palace's new manager and had left the window of my office open. With my router soaked through I've had no email or internet for three days - pure agony. Anyway, I got my 'Hysteria' notes finished and am halfway through transcribing an interview with Michael Schenker, with extra comments from Gary Barden, Graham Bonnet and Robin McAuley. Last night England scraped through against Trindad & Tobago and are now confirmed for the World Cup's knockout section, regardless of the result against Sweden on Tuesday. Peter Taylor has also been confirmed as the new Eagles boss, talking of "unfinished business" ("I regretted leaving. When I was here, I was capped four times for England but I didn't get capped after I left and I was on £10 less a week"), and hoping he can be "half as good a manager here as I was a player". That'll be a tough call.
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Tuesday 13th June
The Metal Hammer Golden Gods Awards get better and better each year. If you want the absolute truth, the very first one was a bit of a disaster but three events down the line they now do the magazine proud. Speaking of which, it's hard to believe that Hammer itself has now existed for 20 years; I'm the last remaining survivor from its original 1986 launch... ulp!!!
Last night the latest Golden Gods took place at my favourite venue (NOT!), Koko in Camden. There were viking swordfights, shields and banners all over the place, even a wooden longboat attached to hall's front entrance. I'd been given the job of looking after Sharon den Adel and Stephen Van Haestregt from Within Temptation as they collected an award for Best Video for their song 'Angels'. Although they knew they'd been nominated, no-one had told the pair they'd actually won the category, and it was great to see their faces as the reason that they were going onstage gradually dawned on them.
It was way too hot, though. Babbling incoherently as ever, the DragonForce guys looked and smelled like they hadn't stopped boozing since the day before's triumph at the Download Festival, and onstage were in blistering form. I got my piccie taken with a member of Lordi, the Eurovision winners who somehow defied the sauna-like conditions to wear their costumes for the entire night. Also had a good ol' natter with Sebastian Bach, who went up with Dimebag Darrell's wife Rita Abbott to hand over a well-deserved Riff Lord Award to Jerry Cantrell of Alice In Chains. Seb, who had a drink or two in his hand throughout the night - despite having made a big thing of being persuaded by Ted Nugent to give up the Demon Grog in Supergroup - says that the series goes to air on British VH1 in mid-July. Can't wait to see it.
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Sunday 11th June
The large vodka and diet Cokes began flowing from around 8am onwards here at Ling Towers yesterday, England scraping through their opening World Cup game against Paraguay with a narrow 1-0 win. Although it was a far from convincing display, Sweden's failure to beat Trinidad & Tobago gives us top spot in Group B. But here's a worrying statistic: Manager Eriksson has made a staggering 311 substitutions in his 65 games in charge of England (admittedly, some of them were friendlies). Taking off striker Michael Owen, who needed valuable match experience, for Stewart Downing, then forcing Joe Cole to play in the middle was the latest of the Dozy Swede's bamboozling switches. Whatever happens in this tournament, I'll be glad to see the back of the overpaid oaf.
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Saturday 10th June
It's being suggested on the Palace bulletin board that Peter Taylor will be confirmed as the club's new manager after the weekend. A once pacy winger who scored goals for fun, current Hull and England Under 21 boss Taylor became a hero playing for the club during the 1970s and even represented England whilst we were still in the old Third Division. I'd possibly have preferred Luton's Mike Newell, but after the terror of The Antichrist Souness being linked with us, I'd welcome Taylor back to Selhurst with open arms.
Last night the Krauts won the World Cup's opening fixture against Costa Rica, but despite scoring four good goals they also looked susceptible at the back. Hopefully that's a good sign. Right... I've got England flags, bunting and a barbecue to organise. Come on the Three Lions!
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Friday 9th June
The World Cup's finally here today, and so is the weather. I'm sitting in the office at the end of my garden, chickens clucking away through an open window, ice cubes chinking in a cold glass, with Def Leppard's 'Hysteria' blaring at top volume. It's still an amazing album that helped to re-define the hard rock genre. Have been asked by Universal Records for an extended sleeve essay for an expanded edition that's due later this year. Very cool.
Alberto Zaccheroni is telling BBC Sport: "There hasn't been any contact [with Crystal Palace], I've not had the pleasure of meeting Simon Jordan. I would be interested - but only if we share the same vision and goals." Sky Sports News are saying the the position will be filled by Monday. Ulp... please God, say it's not Souness.

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Thursday 8th June
Just been reviewing Bruce Dickinson's new triple-DVD 'Anthology' for Classic Rock, and it's really rather good. Over six hours long, it includes three live shows (Los Angeles 1990, Pamplona and Gerona 1996 and Sao Paulo 1999), plus all 14 of his promotional videos (with comments about each). But best of all is the hilariously surreal Biceps Of Steel, a two-song movie made at the Rainbow Theatre in London with the band Samson way back in 1980. Shot by Sex Pistols director Julien Temple, it has to be seen to be believed. It involves a Super Roadie (played by the band's drummer Thunderstick, minus his famous mask), a groupie, some over-zealous venue security staff wearing orange boiler suits, several polystyrene Marshall stacks and a ludicrous climax stolen from the Samson and Delilah hair-cutting tale. Wonderful to see it for the first time after all these years, and of course my much-missed old mate Paul Samson (RIP).
A little over 24 hours now till the World Cup starts... I'll be hoping for a miracle from Scotland's former conquerers Costa Rica against host nation Germany in tomorrow's opening fixture, and we've organised a huge BBQ/piss-up before England's opening game with Paraguy the next day. How exciting!!!
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Wednesday 7th June
Cripes! What fascinating news... Palace are in shock talks with Alberto Zaccheroni, the top coach who led Inter Milan to the Italian championship in 1999, with a view to becoming Iain Dowie's replacement. Alas, it's also been confirmed that Simon Jordan has met Graeme 'Satan' Souness in Marbella to discuss the vacancy. The very thought of the latter is repugnant.
Last night I returned to the Astoria for Alter Bridge's umpteenth London show in about two years. They're a great band but probably need to disappear for a while and get on with their second album. The turnout wasn't as good as previously, and although they added two interesting covers (Jeff Buckley/Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah' and, ulp..., 'Whole Lotta Rosie' by AC/DC) there was definitely an air of anticlimax. Maybe I've just been spoiled by seeing Journey, I dunno? Despite all the above, however, the night's two new songs (sorry, no titles...) were a lot heavier and very cool indeed. Alas, as much as I enjoyed her 'Superbeautifulmonster' album, Bif Naked's opening set was patchy. If only all the Canadian singer's material was as fabulous as the single 'Let Down'.
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Tuesday 6th June
Bits of my anatomy must still be plastered all over the walls of the Manchester Apollo. Last night I saw one of the very best concerts of my entire life - a headline show from Journey. Two hours and ten minutes long, it was as close to emotion-charged melodic rock perfection as you're likely to get. Check out this unbelievable set-list: 'Separate Ways', 'Only The Young', 'Faith In The Heartland' (from the latest album 'Generations'), Guitar solo/'Stone In Love', 'Wheel In The Sky', 'Where Were You?', 'Lights', 'Still They Ride', 'Feelin' That Way', 'Anytime That You Want Me', 'Chain Reaction', 'Edge Of The Blade', 'Who's Crying Now?', 'Mother/Father', Keyboard solo/'Open Arms', 'Escape', 'Keep On Running', 'Out Of Harm's Way' (another new track), 'Faithfully', 'Don't Stop Believing', 'Anyway You Want It' and 'Be Good To Yourself', then encores of 'Dead Or Alive' and (gasp!... new underwear please...) 'Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin''. Afterwards I was lucky enough to go backstage and say hi to frontman Steve Augeri, guitarist Neal Schon and charmingly eccentric bassist Ross Valory, all of whom looked a little stunned by such a rapturous reception. They revealed that Journey will be coming back to Europe (and indeed Britain) next spring for some bigger-sized shows. Augeri also confided that the second, previously unreleased, album from his former band Tall Stories is finally due to hit the racks shortly.
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Sunday 4th June
Well, we're back from Monsters Of Rock and I'm happy (not to mention relieved) that it was a great success. Apart from a couple of indoor tours the event has been mothballed in Britain since 1996, but despite disappointing pre-sales the fans turned up in their numbers yesterday, some glorious sunshine making the day all the more spectacular.
I felt sorry for Roadstar, who went onstage 20 minutes before their advertised slot. They were also without regular lead guitarist Kreepy, whose father had died a few days earlier, but even playing with a last minute stand-in their raucous yet hummable 30-minute set (comprising 'Killer', 'Get This', 'Ready To Go', 'Last Survivor', Let's Get It Started', 'Roadstar' and 'Steam') won them lots of new friends around the arena. I've no time whatever for Ted Nugent as an individual, but his value as an artist is considerable. "Show me your attitude, it's what makes Britain great," hollered Uncle Ted before launching into 'Stormtrooping' and (unbelievably) 'Wango Tango', then purring through 'Snakeskin Cowboys', 'Free For All' and a white-hot 'Wang Dang Sweet Poontang'. There was way too much chest-beating waffle for my own taste, including "America and England have one thing in common... they stand up to assholes", but backed by Dokken's estimable rhythm section of bassist Barry Sparks and drummer 'Wild' Mick Brown, Nugent bolstered a couple of tunes from his latest album 'Craveman' with 'Motor City Madhouse', 'Cat Scratch Fever' and 'Stranglehold', effectively telling Queensrÿche: Follow that.
Vocalist Geoff Tate and company didn't stand a chance. Cherrypicking the best moments from 1988's 'Operation: Mindcrime' with its just-released sequel, it really wasn't the Seattle band's day. Their intro tape failed three times before they were finally forced to begin 'Revolution Calling' without it. With time at a premium, the original album was tapped for its title track and the full ten minutes of 'Suite Sister Mary'. Then 'I'm American', 'Hostage', 'The Hands' and 'A Murderer?' took us into '...Mindcrime 2' - an undoubtedly fine album, but one that most of the crowd patently hadn't yet experienced. U-turning back to the first album's soaring finale of 'Eyes Of A Stranger' ensured that the 'Rÿche's 45 minutes ended on a high, but was thoroughly confusing.
A reliable festival act - Thunder - had Monsters Of Rock eating from their hands from the opening chords of 'Loser' to a rapturously received 'Dirty Love'. Give Danny Bowes a crowd and he's the Guv'nor when it comes to squeezing out every last cheer (though with the video rolling at home, I could've done without being informed that England had just beaten Jamaica 6-0 in the footie!).
Then came Journey, a band I've waited all my life to see in the flesh. With a cherry-red grand piano installed stage-centre, the San Franciscan legends strolled into Milton Keynes and had no problems exiting with the grand prize. No, Steve Perry wasn't with them and somehow they managed to overlook 'Who's Crying Now', but Mister Augeri is more than good enough to front this iconic band, and you can bet your halo that if there's a jukebox in Paradise then 'Separate Ways', 'Stone In Love', 'Wheel In The Sky', 'Lights', 'Open Arms', 'Faithfully', 'Don't Stop Believing', 'Any Way You Want It', 'Be Good To Yourself' and 'Keep On Running' - all among this immaculate show's set-list - will be on it.
With due respect to Alice Cooper and Deep Purple, both of whom performed with all their usual panache, nothing was destined to match the elation of the Journey experience. It was time for the serious drinking to begin! What else can I say except that Monsters Of Rock was a faith-restoring experience. For too many years fans and writers like myself have been told that our music is dead, and that we're tragic wankers for still listening to it - yesterday we proved that the doubters can go fuck themselves. Rant over.
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Saturday 3rd June
Still no news on Palace's new manager, but the club has finally managed to unload the hapless Wayne Andrews to Coventry City - the only opponents he managed to score against for us - on a free transfer. Sky Blues boss Micky Adams is optomistically describing his signing as "versatile"; well, he's certainly got plenty of ways of managing not to put the ball into the net. But good luck to Wayne-o, who for all his flaws always gave a hundred and one per cent effort. That's more than can be said for certain players that remain on the payroll.
We're off to Monsters Of Rock at Milton Keynes Bowl in a bit, with a neighbour house-sitting for us. Licking my lips at the prospect of my first live experience of Journey. It's being gossiped that Ted Nugent now threatens to be a no-show after learning of his lowly place on the bill (between openers Roadstar and Queensrÿche). Errr... a tad late for such complaints, Nuge. But with the weather forecast positive, the only other blot on the horizon is that webmistress Batttttty is unable to take part in this year's festivities. Don't worry, I'll drink a few gazillion pints for you!
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Friday 2nd June
Jeeeeezus, Twisted Sister have axed their upcoming gigs in London and Nottingham to return home to the States and complete a Christmas album. Frankly, this news leaves me perplexed and gutted (especially since I can't make any of their out of town shows). Since reuniting, the band have always insisted they will never go back into the studio - and to interrupt a tour for a sodding record of Xmas covers "done in an all-heavy metal format" is doubly unfeasible. Are my nostrils fooling me, or is that the foul fragrance of rodent in the air?
Here's better news: I just finished transcribing an interview with Keith Emerson from a few days ago. Besides discussing his solo gig at the Astoria on July 20, the keyboard maestro was suprisingly receptive to the idea of an Emerson Lake & Palmer reunion. "The three of us [himself, Greg Lake and Carl Palmer] are all keeping the catalogue alive by touring individually, and having a great time doing so, but I don't see why it wouldn't happen," he told me. "Carl and I would probably both have some conditions we'd need to discuss, but all it would need is for Greg too call up and say, 'How about it?' It's definitely not something that we'd dismiss out of hand".
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Thursday 1st June
Ughhhhhhh... feel like I've been run over by a bus. Yesterday I attended a playback party for German symphonic power metallers Blind Guardian's new album, 'A Twist In The Myth' (which is due out in September on Nuclear Blast). The Dogs D'Amour were playing the Underworld afterwards, so caught up in the mood - the album turned out to be excellent, especially its more prog-themed moments like 'Carry The Blessed Home' - I indulged in quite a few too many large glasses of dry white wine. Meeting up with my pal John Dryland, who works for Cargo Records (home of the Dogs and many more besides), for a pre-gig bevvy, I found him in the company of none other than Dogs mainman Tyla. I quickly realised I was in big trouble - I was drunker than Tyla, which as a barometer of inebriation takes some beating. Propping myself up against a pillar seemed to do the trick, and the Dogs (who included the ubiqitous Mark Stanway of Magnum on keyboards) ran through an excellent set that included just about all of their best tunes, including 'Last Bandit', 'I Don't Want You To Go', 'The Only Girl I Ever Loved', 'How Come It Never Rains', 'Bloody Mary', the rather appropriate 'Drunk Like Me' and a wonderful encore of 'Billy 2 Rivers' and 'Satellite Kid'.