While he doesn’t work out (it would strain his vocal cords), David has cut down on his drinking – a pre-show cognac aside – as a favor to himself and the paying audience. These days, however, he’s exercising restraint in the latter.
“I left Purple 11 years ago last March,” he points out, though he allows, “Every experience is a key to open another door.” “There’s obviously history to be charted, but my preference is to be looked upon as a new band.” Not one to live in the past, he doesn’t voluntarily discuss his Deep Purple days, either. “A lot of people believe Whitesnake is a new creation,” notes David, not at all displeased at the error. He’s ecstatic that American audiences have embraced his music and relieved that the traumatic experience of creating it is behind him. “It’s fabulous,” enthuses David Coverdale, the leader, frontman, and creative mastermind of the killer quintet. Out of sight in the three years after Slide It In, Whitesnake returned to action with a vengeance this spring, rising to the top of the rockpile with a triple platinum (so far) comeback album that’s a multimedia smash – the international supergroup is an unstoppable force on radio, video, in record bins and arenas, where they’re now headlining after four months with Mötley Crüe.
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