A week later, I ran into a friend who'd attended the concert. My heart sank as he raved about the show, confirming what is now commonly known to be the case, that Roy Orbison never 'phoned in' a performance in his life, not even in the lean years. His voice, a magnificent mystery, hit every glorious note and continued to do so, right up to his untimely death in 1988, 25 years ago today.
Friday 6 December 2013
Roy Orbison
Regrets, I've had a few...and many of them concern
artists I never got to see in concert. Roy Orbison
is a prime example. Thanks to Dad's record
collection, I'd been listening to Roy Orbison
since before I could walk - to this day 'Running
Scared' can reduce me to tears. By June 1985,
however, neither Dad or I gave serious
consideration to travelling the barely one mile
from home to see him onstage at the Ipswich
Gaumont. Dad's tastes had moved away from 'pop'
towards the classics and I was concerned that, by
now, Orbison's performance would be a pale,
embarrassing, showbizzy, shadow of its former
glory, replete with lazy vocals and greatest hit
medleys.
A week later, I ran into a friend who'd attended the concert. My heart sank as he raved about the show, confirming what is now commonly known to be the case, that Roy Orbison never 'phoned in' a performance in his life, not even in the lean years. His voice, a magnificent mystery, hit every glorious note and continued to do so, right up to his untimely death in 1988, 25 years ago today.
A week later, I ran into a friend who'd attended the concert. My heart sank as he raved about the show, confirming what is now commonly known to be the case, that Roy Orbison never 'phoned in' a performance in his life, not even in the lean years. His voice, a magnificent mystery, hit every glorious note and continued to do so, right up to his untimely death in 1988, 25 years ago today.
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3 comments:
As a child of the sixties the Big O is a big part of my soundtrack, I just loved his stuff, but I tend to love too much. I have a post on hold at the moment about him (I better wait now)But that voice, it gets me every time. Every time. I loved the Bruce tribute on Human Touch and as for the The Travelling Wilbury...well it shows the affection of his fellow artist.
I know it's a cliche, but he really could've sung the phone book and made it captivating couldn't he? I look forward to reading your post.
I can well understand your regret. Always been a fan. He was always great even when no one was listening.
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