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77 - how was it for you? question on telepathy prompts unfolding train, unauthorised hat retention / hat theftery?

From: Marcelo Soares

A guy asked me a question and I didn't have a prompt answer.

When Ian came to Brazil in February, he mentioned in an interview that his favourite record he sang on was one that sold less than 5 thousand copies. I didn't hear the interview.

I told the guy that Ian could be referring to "Sole Agency and Representation", with the Javelins, but that I'd have to check. Is that it? I think that's the only record he sang on that could have sold that little - unless he was talking about something from the 60s, like the Episode Six singles.



Hello Marcelo,

That would have been the album Accidentally on Purpose; I was making a point about success.

To most people in the business and media, success or any measure of the best, is a quantitive thing. I can't tell you how many times I've been asked by music journos 'What's the best record you ever made?' Or, '…the best concert?' They are always surprised by my answers, which are different every time depending on my mood of appreciation. They always expect me to choose something from my platinum disc collection, but I figure those babies have had enough glory and go for something that has given me and my friends - if not many others - a great deal of pleasure in the making of, and the subsequent listening to over the years.

A on P certainly falls into that category; a little gem I made with Roger Glover in Montserrat and NYC. Unfortunately Richard Griffiths (who was in charge of the company Ten Records, an offshoot of Virgin to which I was still contracted) actually forgot to release the bloody thing to coincide with the radio promotion and hundreds of phoners Roger and I did from his house in Connecticut - all to no avail.

This was a shame because the track 'Telephone Box' was already a smash radio hit in America and people were going nuts trying to buy the record. I suppose it was merely another embarrassment for Richard Griffiths but it fell heavily on the debit side of Moronica's achievements - any fule kno that.

I knew the record had commercial potential but was never given a chance to achieve large scale recognition, so I include it in my list of favourites; it may have sold a few more than five thousand, but you get the point.

The Javelins' record is also dear to my heart and will no doubt make an appearance as my 'favourite' during the next interview.

Another example in the same interview was '…the best gig I'd ever done?'

It wasn't Madison Square Garden, or the Royal Albert Hall, or the Reading Festival or the 200,000+ we had in Brittany quite recently, nor was it any of the other mega-gigs we have done over the centuries.

No, it was the Speakeasy, Margaret St. London August '69, my first gig with Deep Purple.

I was choked with emotion as I realised in the opening bars (and that's another story) that we - Lord, Paice, Blackmore, Glover and I - had stumbled upon a chemistry that was impossible to formulate; the audience was rapt. There couldn't have been much more than 30 people there - or maybe 50 if you count Keith Moon.

Roger Glover and I looked at each other knowingly. Mmm, that was my best gig - ever!

Cheers, ig

From: Amanda Knowles

Hi Ian,

I am in my twenties, live in Cornwall and am very much looking forward to seeing you and the boys in July at the London show.

I am listening to 'Rapture of the Deep' as I write this, which I love, so well done to all of you.

I do have a question for you though and it is to do with your thoughts on telepathy. You have said before that as we grow older, we realise that what we do and say, affects others and so we think before we speak so as not to hurt them needlessly. How would this work with telepathy in your opinion?

Surely some of the thoughts we have are better kept to ourselves....

I would love to hear your answer to this as I'm sure you have one.

love, mandy.


Hello Mandy,

That is a penetrating thought; one that I've been pondering for some time but to which I have no proper answer, just an unfolding train of thought ever complicated by the pulsing nature of our species. So I keep stopping to analyse and file away the waypoint conclusions - it's taken 54 years so far - I started when I was eight.

Prior to that age, because of our innocence and lack of reasoning power the answer is simple. We have no guilt, nothing to hide. We blithely share our deepest emotions, we cry and laugh openly. We are as near to telepathy as we'll ever be because at the age of eight we are about to be brought under control.

When we first feel the pain of naughtiness - a word invented by guardian types that want us to stay on the motorway of life - we start to clam up, become secretive. We lie to our parents, telling ourselves that we are not deceiving them - they must not find out about those forbidden things that we have the urge to do. They find out of course because we're novice fibbers at this stage - but our skills improve.

From this moment on it becomes impossible to share our innermost thoughts with anyone; we control the information flow for the sibling purposes of survival and domination. That habit stays with us throughout our lives until one day maturity, love and association demand that we force our ideas upon society in a subtler way, and so we adopt a more altruistic approach to it all and empathy comes back into play.

What is stopping us from developing empathy into telepathy?

Generally we serve our conglomerations as best we can. Individualism is seen as a bad thing from teen age onwards, unless you have a skill that benefits the rest.

I mentioned in a previous DF about the Darwinian principles (and Creationist tenets*) that stop short of the real driving life force, which is more likely to be the struggle for supremacy. Of course you have to survive before you can dominate.

However, it seems evident to me that clear thinking is in eternal conflict with faith, as demanded by the great religions. I have no problem with god*. My dear old vicar, Father Stubbs replied 'that's very generous of you Ian, but He might have a problem with you'.

And so I continued my ponderings and lonely contemplation without the church and thus denied myself the bliss of congregational euphoria.

I don't think we'll attain telepathy on a one-to-one basis any time soon, so we'll just have to go on thinking before we speak in order to show sensitivity to others' feelings, or to conceal our Machiavellian intentions in the never-ending battle for supremacy.

Having said that you never know what would happen if just a few hundred of us were prepared to bare our most private thoughts to each other in a quest for the trust and intimacy that telepathy requires.

Another fertile condition would be the imminent physical demise of the human race. It wouldn't take long for 8 billion souls to drop their swords and consider a way forward.

Anyway, as you can see I'm still working on it - Ha!

Give us a wave in Docklands,

Cheers for now, ig

* DF 45 - 'I know as well as anything can be known that the Human Spirit exists because I've got one and it might as well for the sake of argument be called God.'

From: Pajek Pajek

Hello there Ian,

I have one question for you.

My father (who has just been diagnosed with a non-hodgkin's lymphoma - a lymph system cancer), was at your concert in the Heavy Metal Festival in 1982 - Zagreb , Croatia - at the time in Yugoslavia. During the concert he took his hat off (he got the hat from Canada, he says it was a very good one :) ), rolled it up and threw it to you. At first you got scared (since you did not know it was a hat) but then you saw it, put it on, and said ´´This is just what I need`` you then went back behind the amps and came back without the hat. So my father would really like to know if you remember this, or maybe even still have the hat!

I am a proud member of the Deep Purple hub and have asked someone to ask you this if they get into contact with you in the near future, but I thought this might be faster. Hope to hear from you soon, and maybe see you if you'll have any concert's in Europe this year (it seems so).



Hello Mario,

It is always faster to reach me through my own website.

I do remember that tour - or should I say those tours of the old Yugoslavia. The promoter was my dear old friend, the late Tony Sabol. He could always find us somewhere to eat - even when everything was closed. Once we ended up in a barn dining with surprised wedding guests; they were extremely hospitable - very kind to us poor starving musicians.

Regarding 'the hat' I have a vague memory of that, although I've had many things thrown up (and that's another story…'69) on stage, most of them soft items which I appreciate, and the hat would fall into that category.

Items are put behind the stage for one of the roadies to bring to my undressing room after the show. I hate to throw things away, so they are lovingly put into my travelling flight case which, when full, is stored away in my lock-up back in England, along with all the other full cases. I must have a rummage one day.

My thoughts are with you and your father.

Cheers, ig

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