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Key note... The following Life Story of John Waite is essentially based on the Life Story:
penned originally in 1998 by David Waite and Adrian Steenland, which is to read on
www.johnwaite.com.
For my translation I added over the years collected facts.
But - This Story will never be complete unless John Waite himself would write it one day.
And because of that it´s not only my translation I´d like to get rid of a couple of words
I´m very concerned about:
Without Adrian Steenland I wouldn't have made it.
He has given me valuable tips, whenever I was in one of these numerous dead ends and his quite special warning
was kept in my brain:
I still bear that unbelievable chaos in mind in the form of memos, scribbled on all these small, rainbow coloured
adhesive labels, pinned on each and every thinkable corner in my folder to indicate what was edited and what not.
The innumerable article and interviews which were -- of course -- unexceptional in english and which wanted to be
translated and sorted in a chronoligical order...
(However, I can refer to a quite passable english vocabulary now. I hope so at least)
...not to mention the time that was running away like the clappers.
You feel like losing control and you shake your head in deep desperation, moaning:
Shit, what was it that made me do this?
Sometimes it was like a gigantic, incalculable puzzle with innumerable parts that wanted to be pieced
patiently. Patiently was the magic word...
First:
And it didn't want to go together at all, I mean... a red-haired, slight stripling comes along in a pop gear
with a not less poppy haircut and you just are accepting it, shrug your shoulders and put on the record
without any mentionable expectation. But already the first chords of the beginner "Saturday Night"
frighten you from your sleeping beauty sleep and conduct you to the assumption that the
packing industry must have made a big mistake.
I mean ... please! You automatically check the cover sleeve against the record label!
Things like that happened already...
Within the following years John Waite to my delight was more, to my disappointment less present.
Both in my head and in the music business. But he never disappeared completely.
Both in my head and in the music business ...
My good friend Paul Wijman from Holland, whom I gotta know at that time via one of the JohnWaiteWebsites
(NETWAITE
?
JohnWaiteRendezvous ? I don´t remember ...) has activated the switch by a rash remark.
And here´s the second reason: Well, was it, however, easy to get the permission, the practical carrying out turned out to be kind of oppressive because by reading the Original Life Story one thing became clear: Doing such a work needs lots of dedication and conviction. Patience, too (You remember? The magic word...) and the will power sitting at home all day long, day by day at the computer, collecting facts to a bunch of whole instead of enjoying the bright shining summer sun in the open air bath followed by a visit to some beer garden to taper off the day as a cosy, lazy evening. Therefore my Michi has given me, admittedly not quite inappropriate, a second pet name beside my benign first one „Spatzl”: Vampire...
But for all that, it´s the fun of it without something like that wouldn´t work,
and from this following motivation when you watch that gigantic puzzle grows together to a whole thing.
Slowly but surely.
In the end, however, a strenuously but wonderful job.
I wanted to put up a little monument to Mr. John Waite in German language.
To make it short -- it was overdue for a long time.
Adrian Steenland already had the experience that I had to make first.
And he was there whenever I needed his advice. He strengthened me when things threatened to outgrow and he was
my mental support when I had to fight presuming set backs, thinking the whole world is against me.
Adrian Steenland helped me unconditional and I could rely on his honest opinion. Always!
I am very, very grateful to him for all this.
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