Say a song with Supertramp and probably it was Roger Hodgson who wrote it. It is not given, they were two frontfigurer who both wrote and sang their songs, as many were, but most of that had an impact was still Hodgsons: ”The logical song”, ”Breakfast in America”, ”Give a little bit”, ”Dreamer”.
Then he took farewell in 1983, shortly after the group had its last big hit with his ”It's raining again”. Gave out a few solo albums but remained low, with touring. While the rest of the Supertramp gathered himself and continued, with Rick Davies as a lone frontman and a significantly lower profile.
thirty-Six years later, he makes his first own concert in Sweden and the Circus is sold out since long. The atmosphere is so maxed out that people bölar out sudden declarations of love between the songs.
as in the past. Roger Hodgson has gathered together a band with the exact same setting: bass, drums, keyboard and brass (mostly soprano saxophone). Himself he gears between keyboards and guitar, have the same långhårsfrisyr and a combination of white suit and gladpsykedelisk shirt that brings to mind a hippie with a swimming pool and a sports car.
He also has a music catalog that has aged remarkably well, where mildblommiga songs are interspersed with a kind of symphonic stripped down to hitlåtsformat, but bombasmer and ekvilibristik. All concatenated together with the borne popmakarens sense for hooks and choruses.
They sound like no other. They attach directly. The sounds is still largely fantastic.
frustrating that he only got out three full-fledged solo album in all the years that have passed, and nothing has made much noise. Now, when he plays two songs from the nineteen-year-old ”Open the door” (his latest) he jokes that it was only twelve copies that were sold, and even if he feels again, even where it is like a special kind of directness is missing.
The old songs somehow managed to give the impression that they came so easily, almost as if in a casual conversation, no matter how intricately composed they were. And no matter how heartbreaking the bright and naked Roger Hodgson sang.
The voice he has left, but at sixty-nine years of age has shrunk in both height and width, which allows certain parties the right uncomfortable to hear. Yet he sounds so remarkably similar. You just hear a little clearer the where the fragility he describes.
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