{"id":1170,"date":"2008-01-29T00:01:23","date_gmt":"2008-01-29T05:01:23","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2009-05-03T00:56:16","modified_gmt":"2009-05-03T00:56:16","slug":"clapton-is-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/clapton-is-man\/","title":{"rendered":"Clapton Is Man"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"image_block\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/media\/users\/frankenslade\/clapton.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"\" width=\"203\" height=\"320\" \/><\/p>\n<div class=\"image_legend\">The Sound of Man<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>After opening my presents on Christmas morning my wife confessed to a gift she <em>nearly<\/em> bought me. The confession was a closing to an aside she had made a couple of weeks earlier, when she mentioned having consulted with <strong>Townsman Andyr<\/strong> on a possible gift for me. For the next couple of weeks I tried to imagine what she might have discussed with him and what his advice would have been. I&#8217;d browse lists of box sets and new rock bios, hoping that my friend would not steer her wrong. Little did I know, as my wife confessed that morning, that it was a tongue-in-cheek gift she had in mind: the <strong>Eric Clapton autobiography, <em>Clapton<\/em><\/strong>. Would you believe my oldest friend in the world suggested that she not play into our typical &#8220;slave to humor&#8221; dynamic? (It&#8217;s cool, though, 35 years of friendship do not evaporate over one such bum suggestion.) Would you believe that later than day another family member, with no knowledge of my wife&#8217;s prior consideration, gave me the book as a Christmas gift?<\/p>\n<p>I tore through this autobiography in a week&#8217;s time. Not because I&#8217;m a big fan of Eric Clapton but because, as I waded through the early chapters, I was fascinated at the sober, straightforward self-portrait of a man that was developing. As boring and unsatisfying as the autobiography could be &#8211; much like the man&#8217;s music &#8211; the story was refreshing in its departure from the typical rock star story of Rise and Fall and Rebirth With the Help of a <strong>Strong Woman<\/strong>. <strong>Ralph Fiennes<\/strong> can hold off on those guitar lessons. This autobiography may be second to Bob Dylan&#8217;s excellent <em>Chronicles, Vol. 1<\/em> on the Hollywood Screenwriters Guild&#8217;s &#8220;Pass&#8221; list.<br \/>\n<!--nextpage--><br \/><iframe class='youtube-player youtuber' type='text\/html' width='425' height='355' src='http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/WU_iuV0RR0M?rel=0&amp;fs=1&amp;ap=%252526fmt%253D18' webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen frameborder='0'><\/iframe><br \/>\nSo I won&#8217;t bore you with easy knocks on the guy&#8217;s questionable status as a blues guitarist, his singing-through-his-beard techniques, the <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=title_19&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\" title=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=title_19&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\">Michelob<\/a><\/strong> version of &#8220;After Midnight&#8221;, and so forth. I&#8217;ve always felt the same way about Clapton&#8217;s music from his time in <strong>The Yardbirds<\/strong> through his <em>Slowhand<\/em> era: it&#8217;s occasionally moving, it&#8217;s just as often unintentionally funny in a yet-musically bearable way, and it&#8217;s usually about as mediocre as &#8217;70s rock got. One could debate whether Clapton is &#8220;better&#8221; or &#8220;worse&#8221; than <strong>Seger<\/strong>, but what&#8217;s the point? I mean, it&#8217;s not like we&#8217;re trying to put <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=handicap_match_zz_top_deep_cuts_vs_the_b&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\" title=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=handicap_match_zz_top_deep_cuts_vs_the_b&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\">ZZ Top<\/a><\/strong> and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=keepin_the_faith_thorogood_as_rock_s_sac&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\" title=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=keepin_the_faith_thorogood_as_rock_s_sac&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\"><strong>George Thorogood<\/strong><\/a> in proper perspective.<\/p>\n<p>The autobiography is not that big on musical content, which was disappointing, especially in the earlier musical chapters, when I wanted anecdotes on the making of a particular Yardbirds or <strong>Cream<\/strong> record. Clapton doesn&#8217;t always pause to note exactly what his feelings were about various musical endeavors, but through all his band years he gives off a general vibe of &#8220;Although the band wasn&#8217;t everything I&#8217;d hoped to have out of music, it did afford me the opportunity to rework my <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=crapton&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\" title=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=crapton&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\">Freddy King<\/a><\/strong> guitar solos.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The focus on being a &#8220;real blues musician&#8221; leads to much musical disappointment. In describing his feelings toward the end of his stint with The Yardbirds he says, &#8220;The truth is, I was taking myself far too seriously and becoming very critical and judgmental of anybody in music who wasn&#8217;t playing just pure blues.&#8221; Shortly thereafter he bums out over the recording of &#8220;For Your Love&#8221; and is, as he puts it, &#8220;invited&#8221; to resign. He&#8217;s also very clear about this attitude when recounting his time with <strong>John Mayall&#8217;s Bluesbreakers<\/strong>. It was around this point in the book that the picture of this fascinating-if-bland man began to emerge.<br \/>\n<!--nextpage--><br \/><iframe class='youtube-player youtuber' type='text\/html' width='425' height='355' src='http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/VCpHAn-7nqI?rel=0&amp;fs=1&amp;ap=%252526fmt%253D18' webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen frameborder='0'><\/iframe><br \/>\nIt was a bit surprising and satisfying to have validated my suspicions that Clapton has long been <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=carry_that_weight&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\" title=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=carry_that_weight&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\">obsessed with finding the right Look<\/a>. As soon as he&#8217;s learning his pentatonic scale he&#8217;s seeking the perfect trousers. When Yardbirds&#8217; manager <strong>Giorgio Gomelsky<\/strong> wants to dress the band in suits, he wisely, according to Eric, assigns the Look-obsessed lead guitarist the chore of designing the band&#8217;s suits. Later in the book, while Clapton is living through his coke-fueled &#8217;80s and following rehab years, he spends as much time talking about the thrill of meeting <strong>Giorgio Armani<\/strong> and <strong>Gianni Versace<\/strong> &#8211; and wearing their threads &#8211; as he does fondling one of his 1000+ guitars.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I loved both Giorgio Armani and Gianni, but at that moment in time, in my opinion, Gianni was the rock &#8216;n roll tailor.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>As early as his Yardbirds&#8217; years, however, he&#8217;s conflicted about the issue of some snazzy shirts that the band is farmed out to advertise:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>We had our photograph taken wearing white business shirts while a jingle announced &#8220;Raelbrook Toplin, the shirt you don&#8217;t iron!&#8221; Even then, I remember feeling distinctly uncomfortable about promoting something that had nothing to do with the music, but these were the days in which musicians still had little say in what went on in their careers, and did what their managers told them.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><!--nextpage--><br \/><iframe class='youtube-player youtuber' type='text\/html' width='425' height='355' src='http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/WU_iuV0RR0M?rel=0&amp;fs=1&amp;ap=%252526fmt%253D18' webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen frameborder='0'><\/iframe><br \/>\n<!--nextpage--><br \/>\nAnother early theme in Clapton&#8217;s autobiography is a preoccupation with his ranking among other British rock guitar greats. It&#8217;s funny that almost anyone who might be considered in his league is quickly considered not comparable because he&#8217;s from a &#8220;rockabilly,&#8221; rather than blues, background. He uses this distinction, for instance, to shake off any heat that he might have felt from<strong> Jeff Beck<\/strong> and <strong>Jimmy Page<\/strong>, and later <strong>Albert Lee<\/strong>, who&#8217;d joined one of his touring bands in the late-&#8217;70s or early-80s. Reading stuff like this in the early chapters, I kept thinking, <em>Is this guy completely unaware of how insecure and conceited he sounds?<\/em> In the moment, so to speak, of his autobiography, he does not stop to analyze himself. It&#8217;s only in the later chapters, after he&#8217;s been through years of therapy and rehab, that he&#8217;ll comment on him shortcomings in a very dry, direct way. I can&#8217;t judge if Clapton&#8217;s blooz ever reached the level of understatement and truth he&#8217;d long desired, but his writing in this book occasionally does.<\/p>\n<div class=\"image_block\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/media\/users\/frankenslade\/Clapton2.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"\" width=\"359\" height=\"400\" \/><\/p>\n<div class=\"image_legend\">Matter of fact<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>In keeping with his matter-of-fact tone, the book is not big on all the scandalous, debauched aspects of the man&#8217;s life. All the stuff you might have imagined would have made for a racy, vicarious thrill-ride &#8211; fighting with <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=is_there_a_drummer_in_the_house_ginger_b&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\" title=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=is_there_a_drummer_in_the_house_ginger_b&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\">Ginger<\/a><\/strong> and <strong>Jack<\/strong>, the whole <strong>Patty\/George<\/strong> triangle, riding the <strong><ins>white horse<\/ins><\/strong> during the making of the <strong>Derek and the Dominos<\/strong> album, doing blow with <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=licks_faces_feel_robertson_vs_clapton&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\" title=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=licks_faces_feel_robertson_vs_clapton&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\">Robbie Robertson<\/a><\/strong> and getting so high he didn&#8217;t know his strap fell off &#8211; is downplayed, if in there at all. Actually, it&#8217;s unfair to say it&#8217;s downplayed. I think it&#8217;s discussed in Clapton&#8217;s natural voice, which is generally a bit self-critical and thoroughly unimpressed with his own doings. It&#8217;s cool the guy is aware that he&#8217;s not half the guitarist some would have made him out to be, but his guitar took him all too far. Rarely does he invest much emotion in the retelling of a particular unhinged life experience. Even the inevitable chapter on his son <strong>Conor<\/strong>, who fell out an apartment window to his death, is dry and direct. As a bit of a drama queen myself, who relishes life&#8217;s highs and lows and feels the need to milk them for all they&#8217;re worth, I was intrigued by Clapton&#8217;s perspective.<br \/>\n<!--nextpage--><br \/><iframe class='youtube-player youtuber' type='text\/html' width='425' height='355' src='http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/DQZHY99_4-w?rel=0&amp;fs=1&amp;ap=%252526fmt%253D18' webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen frameborder='0'><\/iframe><br \/>\nThe more his music sucks, the chattier he becomes about it. I had no idea that <strong>Billy Preston<\/strong> joined him for the recording of the <em>Reptile<\/em> album, nor did I know such an album existed &#8211; did you? I did learn that the chord progression for &#8220;Tears in Heaven&#8221; was inspired by <strong>Jimmy Cliff<\/strong>&#8216;s &#8220;Many Rivers to Cross&#8221;. Why couldn&#8217;t I have read one detail like that concerning the writing of &#8220;Badge&#8221;? Perhaps it&#8217;s because the chatty chapters are about his sober years. Perhaps he simply couldn&#8217;t remember many good stories about the recording of &#8220;S.W.L.A.B.R.&#8221; and &#8220;Layla&#8221;. Perhaps the couple of sentences about the <em>Live Peace in Toronto<\/em> show with <strong>John Lennon<\/strong> was all his drug-addled mind could recall. <\/p>\n<p>Finally, we&#8217;re treated to an entire chapter about a recent year-long tour that reads more like the unedited diary of a middle-aged office worker:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Thank God for the Internet. When I am away from the family for long periods of time like this, we use it alot, sometimes just to say goodnight when it&#8217;s the kids&#8217; bedtime, but also generally to try and stay current. I honestly can&#8217;t imagine life now without it&#8230;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>The segments in which Clapton discusses his work building a rehab center in Antigua, although boring as hell, are kind of nice. His passion for recovery is as enthusiastic and humble as his passion for <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=films_that_don_t_rock_da_blooz_exorcist_&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\" title=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/index.php?title=films_that_don_t_rock_da_blooz_exorcist_&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1\">Da Blooz<\/a>, the right trousers, fast cars, and his family (the really early chapters about his highly unusual bastard upbringing set the tone of disassociation that carries through into the chatty, sober chapters). After 60 years, the guy&#8217;s getting his shit together. He&#8217;s not fretting over whatever talent he might have squandered. He&#8217;s not celebrating some remarkable rebirth. He&#8217;s just turning out bland albums and fulfilling big tours, giving some regular folks an opportunity to think they&#8217;re experiencing a blues-rock legend. <\/p>\n<p>This book is not for everyone, in fact, it may be for almost no one, but I&#8217;m thankful for having received a copy to read.<\/p>\n<p><em>NOTE: In preparing for this piece I found an entry on the <a href=\"http:\/\/licorice-pizza.blogspot.com\/2007\/10\/clapton-is-god-hear-it-here-then-go.html\" title=\"http:\/\/licorice-pizza.blogspot.com\/2007\/10\/clapton-is-god-hear-it-here-then-go.html\">Licorice Pizza<\/a> blog that discussed <em>The New York Times<\/em>&#8216; review of this Clapton autobiography. There&#8217;s some interesting stuff summarized at this blog as well as <strong>.mp3s<\/strong> from a typically mediocre Clapton live performance.<\/em><\/p>\n<nav class=\"page-links\"><strong>Pages:<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/clapton-is-man\/\" class=\"post-page-numbers\"><span class=\"page-num\">1<\/span><\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/clapton-is-man\/2\/\" class=\"post-page-numbers\"><span class=\"page-num\">2<\/span><\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/clapton-is-man\/3\/\" class=\"post-page-numbers\"><span class=\"page-num\">3<\/span><\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/clapton-is-man\/4\/\" class=\"post-page-numbers\"><span class=\"page-num\">4<\/span><\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/clapton-is-man\/5\/\" class=\"post-page-numbers\"><span class=\"page-num\">5<\/span><\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/clapton-is-man\/6\/\" class=\"post-page-numbers\"><span class=\"page-num\">6<\/span><\/a><\/nav>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Sound of Man After opening my presents on Christmas morning my wife confessed to a gift she nearly bought me. The confession was a closing to an aside she had made a couple of weeks earlier, when she mentioned having consulted with Townsman Andyr on a possible gift for me. 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