My father used to sing it for me. It was beautiful. His guitar playing was also moving. I had wanted to hear the original for ages, but no one had it. There was no info on the album that included this song. Not a lot of people even knew about it at all as it was not among the most famous DP tunes. It wasnt even being sung by the most famous DP singer. But then one day I found it on a tape some friend lent me. It had a musical selection from various artists and this song was accidentally there. The last song on that tape. That voice made me feel things. That Bluesy crooning voice. That swagger. It did something to me that no other song did: it made me want to sing. My firsts attempts in that direction happened by practicing over and over this song only. It was like the World didnt have any other Music. I was obsessed with it. I needed to be good like that. I needed to play it and sing it right. I dont think I have ever succeeded. Not to my own standards. Ill never sing that song as beautifully haunting as David Coverdale. But people liked it. It was my exam song when I joined the Arts School. It was what I sang when I auditioned for my first band. It was the song that brought me my first awards at singing-contest festivals I attended for a while. It was the first song I really managed to arouse feelings in people. It was my song. And it will always be!
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 03:12:02 +0000
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