All right, after the whole Zep vs. Who thread (see here) it seems that folks are interested in rock threads anchored with a bit of a clear opinion and geek-oriented context. And since I am clearly a big rock geek, and near as I can tell, we don’t have a thread on this book, I thought I would go ahead since I just finished it.
Some context:
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No, I have not read Pattie Boyd/Harrison/Clapton’s book yet, but will get to it reasonably soon, I am sure - books like that have a way of ending up on my pile, purchased or loaned…
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I have never been a Clapton worshipper, but have a deep respect for how integral he has been to the evolution of rock guitar. I am a Jeff Beck guy, through and through, and if I had to lean towards another Yardbird, it would be Page before Slowhand. Having said that, Sunshine of Your Love’s lead is one of the (very) small handful of leads I learned note-for-note as a teen that was seminal in my guitar development. Bottom line is that I have a deep understanding of his music and appreciate and love some of his songs, but am not goggle-eyed about Clapton is God…
Okay - the review: As Stephen King, famed author and substance abuser, reported in his review of the book in the NYTimes, the book is basically a “drunkalogue” - a testimony of Clapton’s history of substance abuse and abuse of those around him while under the influence of substances - and his subsequent recovery and attempts to live a better life. It is told in a flat tone that keeps the reader at arm’s length - other than his love for Pattie Boyd and single-sentence references to some guitars, you get the impression that photos of “Clapton: Excited,” “Clapton: Angry,” and “Clapton: Sad” would be exactly the same.
Further, it is clear that once he got huge as a 19-year-old playing with the Yardbirds and then moving on to John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers (where the whole Clapton is God thing got started), he lived an insulated life - even when he hit rock bottom with heroin and then alcohol a few years later, it was all within the context of being “Eric Clapton” - someone was always there to hold a bucket for him to puke in. There is never a sense - even while he is describing his Behind the Music moments - that he is really hitting the skids. Maybe some of that is because we all know how happily the story ends, but you never really get the sense that anyone has ever shaken him out of the feeling that all of this really is His Movie. His description of the death of his son is tragic and heartfelt, but quickly transitions to the success of the Unplugged CD that emerged. He makes one statement - although the CD cost virtually nothing to make, if you want to see the real cost, come stand at the grave of his son - that cuts through, but that is about it.
He is clearly a shy, reclusive personality and unfortunately, that is reflected in the book. The biggest regret is that there is absolutely no geekiness in it at all. As mentioned, there are the briefest of references to his guitars - this from a guy whose guitar choices over the years have caused some of the biggest ripples in the pond. One paragraph discusses the “characteristic sound” he got with the Bluesbreakers with his Les Paul and Marshall combo - one very brief freakin’ paragraph. This would be like Einstein focusing on his life and mentioning that yeah, there was this interesting equation he came up with, or Kato Kaelin writing a book and mentioning that he briefly befriended OJ.
Ultimately, while I couldn’t put it down, it was more because I could easily connect the dots with the stories I knew (as a geek) - I was always waiting for something more that never came. I would put it in the same box as the Seinfeld finale - the highly-anticipated wrapping-up of something we have welcomed into our hearts and homes, only to find that they had their own agenda and didn’t really seem to care about delivering the Big Finish. That is Clapton’s right, and on some levels it did what it was “supposed to do,” - but given the very nature of the art he shared during his career, he needn’t have worried whether a more, oh, crowd-pleasing book would’ve come across as pandering.
One last thought: having read The Police’s Andy Summers’ “One Train Later” a few months ago, there really is no comparison - Summers is brilliant writer who has led a life of self-examination, and who truly was damn near destitute at times as a journeyman player before becoming part of a Supergroup. His ability to convey what it means to stay true to his art through good times and bad, and his relationship to his guitar, is articulate, insightful and inspirational. Unlike Clapton (whom Summers was friends with - and whom Andy tells a few stories about that feed this geek’s need for fascinating guitar trivia) you don’t get the sense that Summers wrote the book insulated with a thick layer of recovered-abuser programming.
Worth reading for Clapton fans or completists who dig the 60’s or guitar gods, but it doesn’t stand on its own as a great book. Someone else will clearly have to come along and write about Clapton to get that picture…
My $.02,
WordMan - and Happy Holidays!