I think I must have been an ostrich at some point in the late sixties , early seventies.
My all time favourite group has to be Cream.Remember? Ginger Baker, Jack Bruce and the legendary best guitarist ever (possibly closely followed by George Harrison) Eric Clapton.
I still love their music.Rock n Roll at its best.And I still love Claptons guitar.
But... I was listening to some rock history prog on the radio whilst driving and they were talking about the origins of the rock against racism movement.Apparently, it was started as a backlash to the comments made by my dear Eric at one of his gigs effectively saying that Enoch Powell was right and making very racist comments all through the concert.The papers reviled him the next day and various musicians wrote him and open letter saying, Hey Eric.Where would you and your music be without black soul , R and B and Blues?
Where indeed Eric?
I was shaken to discover that this hero of mine, who is still of course a tremendous musician, should hold views that are so opposed to my own.
Mind you, that was 40 years ago.
Maybe hes changed.
Feet of clay.
Why am I surprised?
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