Saturday, May 8, 2010

I don't care what they say...



There's an old song that was recorded by Peter & Gordon back in the '70s I think. It's called A World Without Love. The chorus goes something like this: "I don't care what they say I won't live in a world without love."

Of course I agree with those sentiments but I'd like to add that I wouldn't want to live in a world without music. As some of my favorites age I am looking for young musicians to listen to. I need to be prepared to replace my favorites with new ones.

In the past 6 months I have been to many concerts including: Willie Nelson, Eric Clapton, Roger Daltry, Leon Russell and B.B. King.

Russell has been a favorite of mine since I heard his first album A Song For You. He is 68 and has had brain surgery recently but is still performing and putting on a good show.

Nelson is 76. He's recording some great music and sings like a bird with his unmistakeable voice.

Daltry (not to be confused with Daughtry, an up and coming rock star who was voted off American Idol) is the only member of the Who left performing. Peter Townsend, the brilliant songwriter who brought us our first rock opera, Tommy, is stone deaf and expected to have implant surgery. If it is successful, Daltry said, they will be back on the road touring together within the year.

King is 84 and I would venture a guess that his recording career may be over. He has left us a great deal of music and will never be gone in my heart and ears. He is still touring but probably not for much longer. He has a GREAT band who should keep going when the time comes. His keyboard player, Ernest Vantrease a.k.a. The Deacon, played with Ray Charles until 2004 when Ray died (passed, as they say now). Ernie is still young and will find another gig when the time comes. He is my friend and I go to see B.B. every time he comes to town just to see Ernest and hear him play. (The picture above is from 5/4/2010 with my friend Ernie and my hubby.)

And then there's Clapton. I've been listening to Clapton since his first album with Cream, Disraeli Gears, was brought across the pond. I have watched his life take twists and turns. Nobody thought he would survive his addiction and then the loss of his son. His music has evolved in rhythm with his life and strangely enough, with mine.

I listen to him a little bit every day--or almost every day--at least in my head. I could not tell you which of his albums is my favorite. Every year I wait anxiously for a new one to be released and I fall in love with him--er, I mean his music--all over again.

Eventually, everybody has to die. I know the current politically correct word is "pass" not die but either way he won't be recording anymore. I fear that day.

Let me simply say that I hope he outlives me because I don't care what they say, I don't want to live in a world without Clapton! Okay, okay. I'm not going to do anything stupid but I think I've made my point. Have to go now, Eric's on TV singing Hoochie Coochie Man.

In line with my last post, I think I'll designate May 8 as Clapton Day. And maybe, May 9. And maybe, well, let's just say that every day is Clapton Day in my little world.

4 comments:

Jai Joshi said...

I'm a major Clapton fan too, although I like his music more than the person himself. Or I should say that I think he's evolved into a person I like more in his later years. There are so many twists and turns in his life, as you say, that it's hard for me to like the person he was in his younger years.

Jai

Susan Cross said...

I know what you're saying but back in those days he was 'normal' on the music scene. I definitely like him better now. I particularly like his CD Back Home where he sings about his children and family.

Jai Joshi said...

Very true, Susan. I guess I always felt resentful about the way he screwed over George Harrison, although George Harrison himself never held a grudge. And poor old Patty Boyd. It was sad for all of them.

Jai

Susan Cross said...

I know. Poor Patty. Of course, she wasn't totally innocent, either. Those were strange times. In Clapton's autobiograhy he talks about that.

An interesting tidbit. Clapton hired a ghost writer to write his autobiography and he/she did such a terrible job Eric trashed it and decided to write it himself. So the book is all Clapton. It makes a difference when you read it because nothing is glossed over. He sounds very humble in his 'old age'.