Deep Purple ...To The Rising Sun In Tokyo Tracks: CD 1: 1. Après Vous 2. Into The Fire 3. Hard Lovin' Man 4. Strange Kind Of Woman 5. Vincent Price 6. Contact Lost 7. Uncommon Man 8. The Well - Dressed Guitar 9. The Mule 10. Above And Beyond 11. Lazy CD 2: 1. Hell To Pay 2. Don Airey's solo 3. Perfect Strangers 4. Space Truckin' 5. Smoke On The Water 6. Green Onions / Hush 7. Black Night DVD: Full show Line up: Ian Gillan - vocals Steve Morse - guitar Roger Glover - bass Ian Paice - drums Don Airey - keyboards Record Label / Year of Release: Ear Music 2015 Notes: [by Roger Glover:] One band, two crowds, two countries – a tale of two cities indeed. From Germany’s Wacken Open Air Festival, one of the biggest metal festivals in the world – and a city unto itself – to Japan and the stately Nippon Budokan, the most revered venue in Tokyo. Each with its own distinct personality. Wacken is a success story beyond par, starting out humbly by two friends in a field in rural Germany and becoming one of the best organized and attended metal festivals ever. We were most impressed by the facilities, security, backstage, camping… in fact the whole production was superb. As was the crowd, an awesome sight from the stage, generating a palpable sense of occasion. In the sunset, we were treated to a great welcome from the sea of tattoos and black leather facing us. Festival crowds are unique because most people are there for the occasion itself rather than for any particular band. For us that is always a welcome challenge and a chance to connect with many who may never have seen us before. But the real stars are all in the audience. Thank you, Wacken. By way of contrast, the Budokan is a temple of peace (except for the infamous occasion when all the seating was destroyed). “Made In Japan” was partially recorded there and we’ve played there many times since. For such a large space, the acoustics are excellent; this special building never ceases to impress. On this particular evening, we came in at the back door, climbed the cool, marble staircase and entered the familiar dressing room. Feeling like we’re the only people in the building, it’s hard to believe there’s even an audience out there. But there is, young and old, sitting patiently or chatting quietly – the embodiment of civility. It’s almost like the respectful hush one might find in a cathedral. But they’re here to rock. And rock they do. They may be quiet while they’re waiting but far from shy during the show. They gave us an unforgettable evening. Thank you, Tokyo.