February 10, 2007
Originally published October 23, 2003
I took that depressing shit out of my stereo and plugged in an oldie but a goodie and turned the volume up loud. It's Cream, "Live at the Fillmore," circa late 1960's. Goddam! Eric Clapton can play a guitar. "Slow Hand," my ass. He and Jack Bruce COOK together. Ginger Baker isn't half-bad on the drums, either.
What I really like about that CD is the fact that it was recorded live. That's the REAL DEAL when you play it on stage. Recording studios are very forgiving places. You can go back and fix your mistakes there. You get only one chance when you're up there in front of the crowd. That's when you show what you really bring to the table. A lot of musicians are good in the studio while they suck on stage. I always liked doing it live.
I believe the Cream version of "Crossroads" is about as good as I've ever heard it played. Man! That song makes me want to get up and dance, and I'm not drunk OR stoned right now. Plus, I dance like a fucktard. Bejus! It's just plain, straight-out, good music. Listen to those licks!
I go flying off into my own sphere like this sometimes. If you are not a musician, you may not understand what I am talking about, but TRUST ME about one thing That's really good stuff on my stereo right now. I wouldn't lie to you about that.
I would never lie to anyone on my blog. Well, I never tell BIG LIES. I may elaborate and pontificate, but that's what a writer is SUPPOSED TO DO. Gimme a break. Just listen to the music.
That's the GOOD stuff.
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