Spot Checking DEFLEPPARD Metal Youths Who Shriek In Shorthand
LONDON—Directly or indirectly, Eric Clapton is responsible for my being here. Eric Clapton—who left the Yardbirds and left John Mayall to form the inescapable ’60s monolith of rock bands, the one that begat a music form that not only outlived the group, but the entire decade, and the next and possibly the ’80s as well.
Spot Checking DEFLEPPARD Metal Youths Who Shriek In Shorthand
Dave DiMartino
LONDON—Directly or indirectly, Eric Clapton is responsible for my being here.
Eric Clapton—who left the Yardbirds and left John Mayall to form the inescapable ’60s monolith of rock bands, the one that begat a music form that not only outlived the group, but the entire decade, and the next and possibly the ’80s as well.
We are talking about Cream.
Wheels Of Fire says it all: one studio disc, one live. For 15 years heavy metal bands have spent entire careers trying to reproduce the second half of Wheels Of Fire. “Crossroads”—the ol’ blues, nothing works like ’em. Robert Johnson. “Spoonful”—oooh, them ol’ blues, let’s stick in a 16-minute-44-second-guitar solo and influence the entire course of rock music for the next 10 years! “Traintime”—here’s where you’ll do your harmonica bit, Jack, you’ll have them eating out of your hand! “Toad”—OK, Ginger, you get your chance, too! For over 15 minutes!