Deep Purple. Two words that mean so much to so many. It’s been 13 years since DP—the DP, Gillan, Glover, Paice, Lord and Blackmore; Evans, Simper, Hughes, Bolin and Coverdale were mere historical twitches in the great cosmic scheme of things—fell apart. But even now, little kids who’ve lived less years on earth than Purple have put out albums have copied Blackmore’s guitar style, copped their parents’ albums, voted them Best Everything in readers’ polls and panted, prayed, beat their breasts for a reunion— we’re talking serious stuff here. Deep Purple are bigger than you, me, Dee Snider standing on Gene Simmons’s shoulders, a time, a place, themselves even; they’re part, no less, of the genetic make-up of western civilization; the