He's sitting in front of a computer on the sunny side of Manhatten, New York, wondering what all the fuss is about!
It's somewhat disconcerting and a tad surealistic to be refferred to as a 'where Are They Now' candidate, in fine Spinal Tap idiom, especially when you've been tolling away like a nutter for the last ten years trying to right wrongs and fight off the evils of the American music business (I fear they are still winning to be blunt). Luckilly I can report that the St Saint St Saint of AOR is still firmly in the sadlle when it comes to prima melodic rock having spent time in the hard as nails grunge rock wilderness before re-defining and re-awakening his first love. The possessor of an even larger record collection than before (thanks to the Yanks penchant for chucking out obscure AOR vinyl which in turn wings it's merry way into flea market boxes at a dollar a pop!) and lashings of grey hair to match, you'll find a resiliant Oliver eager to take on the AOR upstarts at their own game. Hell, he's even been setting fire to the biro during his spare time penning the foundations for a series of books that will commence with 'Double Live!', a warts 'n all homage to lavishly packaged and worshipped live albums issued during the seventies/eighties...obscurities and common ones (there's more than you think!).
Like a wickedly tough-as-nails Oak tree (well, certainly as large as one!) I offer hope to all who spent time besotted by Swedish men dressed in garish jumpsuits sporting rather cumbersome Midi Keyboard racks. Yes, you too can have a life after AOR....all hail Airrace, Alaska and, king of kings, FM (hey I might even get around to issuing that long lost collaboration 'The Hardest Part Of The Night Is The Night'!).
Toodle pip.