27 October 2011

Sept. 20, 2006: As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning

Current mood:quixotic
So.  I saw Eric Clapton at the not-the-Savvis Center.  I think it's called the Scottrade Center, whenever THAT happened.  Anyway, yeah.  For a guy who sang "Cocaine," this concert about tied with Celine for the "most low-key" award. Trace fell asleep during the opening act (Robert Cray).  Clapton was excellent; I kind of wished they'd have just put him up on stage with his guitar and let him go to it. I knew 6 of the 16 songs he did.  And he didn't do White Room, which is one of my favorites.  Layla kicked ass, though, as did Cocaine.  However, he gave each of his backup guys about 3 solos each, and THEN invited Cray back out to play with them again AND for the encore of all things.  Anyway, there were quite a few of his songs that I like more than just his blues stuff (which made up the bulk of the show) that he didn't do.  No Tears in Heaven.  Trace didn't get to hear Knockin on Heaven's Door.  No My Father's Eyes.  No Change the World.  But Layla kicked ass.  That song kind of made the drive and the ticket worth it.

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