- Moonlight my ass!
- The HUMBLER
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- Fly Away :(
- The Mozarts of Hair Metal
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- What time is it?
- Twins separated at birth
- To hear the world in a single note and heaven in a triad
- RIP Elliott Carter, Maestro of Thorny Complexity
- Monster Mashup
- May the best man wi… Oh, damn!
- Music for driving into trees: Sweet Wine
- Music for driving into trees
- My Favorite Things
- Mammas Please Let Your Babies Grow Up to Play Cowbells
- Claret for Clara
- Last of the Bohemians
- Guy walks into a bar
- How to break a heart with one chord
- What are oboes good for?
October 02, 2012
Laurie’s Records, Evanston. I did a doubletake and snatched up this premier Cream album: If they sound like they look, this is going to be good. This bomber-jacket Clapton was not you daddy’s Bluesbreaker or Yardbird.
Back at the flat, I gave Side 1 a spin. Ah, expectations exceeded.
The phone rang, I picked up. My friend Gregg. Chat chat chat.
Fifteen minutes in — Kaboom! — Clapton’s thunderclap launched the Sweet Wine guitar solo. Whoa! Was that a guitar? Or a ballistic missile. The wine glasses rattled.
(On the other end of the phone, Gregg sounded like he was talking.)
I said, “Wait…”
And then — oh my darlings, then — those squeals so sweet, that soaring, sternum-slicing flight in the stratosphere. Pure melodic, ear-piercing feedback.
Was that a guitar? Or a flock of gulls. A wine glass shattered.
(Chatter from the phone receiver on the floor.)
Oh, yeah, the phone. I said, “Listen Gregg, gotta call you back…” Click.
I dropped the needle right back at the start of that solo some 30 times and I. Did. Not. Get. My Fill. And I am hungry still.
Oh, I loved the current crop of rippin’ blues guitars, Danny Kalb, Mike Bloomfield. But Clapton’s Sweet Wine solo built a ceiling in the sky just so he could break through it.