Meanwhile, we concert goers that night looked a bit like this:
Well, this past Tuesday night, Julie and I saw him again. It was my part of my Christmas present to her. In 2013, Clapton has this look:
While the majority of his fans looked like this:
Then a friend helped me realize: it was the same audience!
Anyway, I have to say the concert itself was something of a disappointment. After playing a wide range of blues standards, Mr. Clapton left the stage with Sunshine Of Your Love as his final encore. Without playing Layla.
Say that out loud: I went to an Eric Clapton concert and he didn’t play Layla.
It’s like going to a birthday party and not being served any cake.
It’s like going to the Vatican and not getting a blessing.
It’s like going to Northpoint Church and Andy Stanley’s on vacation. (Wait, that happened to me, too.)
It’s like realizing the 80s weren’t so bad after all.











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hahaha. (’bout Clapton) I watch oldies of Clapton and Crow on Youtube; love it.
For the record, Talbot and I looked better than most of the other people at the concert!
Talbot referred to himself in the third person in the above reply?
I’d never heard Layla before, but I went off to work this morning with “Layla, darling, won’t you please ease my troubled mind…” in my head.
That was Julie logged in as ME! I just saw that she did that.
No third person references for Talb . . . er, me.
Hee, hee. When I was very little my best friend had trouble saying my name, so she called me Layla. Our dads, of course, loved this and would sing the song to us. 🙂
Talbot, I may have mentioned in a post a few weeks back to have low expectations. I saw Clapton in San Diego in 2007 and it was “so-so”. The thing that is problematic is…he now has several genres and several decades. So which Eric Clapton will you get. I got a Clapton and J.J. Cale concert with Derek Trucks and Robert Cray thrown in. It was okay. But I think at least a half dozen different Clapton songs could’ve made it better. So even though I didn’t see him in the 80s…I think I know how you feel. Blessings, Alex