HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ANGLOPHONE SECTION, vol. 4: Eric Clapton
(An exception to the usual review of Italian talents, bands, or soloists. This time, we’re going Anglophone, shall we dare to say that it’s not only in the Boot that disgraceful and undignified musical careers take shape, which once paved the way for everyone?)
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the tenth installment of a delightful little column that, I must warn you, should be taken in small doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by some excellent DeBaser fans with a hobby of occasionally sticking their fingers down their throats, here I am to propose a few select listens that highlight the disgusting side of the output of certain Anglophone groups or solo artists who truly made Music History, once offering quality music with potential international appeal, only to fall into the quagmire of an extremely low-tier discography that renders them largely unrecognizable to the ears of former fans.
Let us blow into the fetid trumpets, let’s go...
A couple of listens to witness how even Slowhand, who I count among my absolute favorite Artists, spent a middle age, roughly coinciding with the '80s/'90s, in which he deliberately set about demolishing, through a discography worthy of a worn-out landing sock, all that was good, excellent, and indispensable he had built between the early '60s and the mid-'70s. I won’t remind you of his merits just as I won’t list the seminal groups he was part of that contributed to the rejuvenation of blues and its hybridization with rock until they became a unique genre...
Fall like rain - Eric Clapton
(An exception to the usual review of Italian talents, bands, or soloists. This time, we’re going Anglophone, shall we dare to say that it’s not only in the Boot that disgraceful and undignified musical careers take shape, which once paved the way for everyone?)
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the tenth installment of a delightful little column that, I must warn you, should be taken in small doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by some excellent DeBaser fans with a hobby of occasionally sticking their fingers down their throats, here I am to propose a few select listens that highlight the disgusting side of the output of certain Anglophone groups or solo artists who truly made Music History, once offering quality music with potential international appeal, only to fall into the quagmire of an extremely low-tier discography that renders them largely unrecognizable to the ears of former fans.
Let us blow into the fetid trumpets, let’s go...
A couple of listens to witness how even Slowhand, who I count among my absolute favorite Artists, spent a middle age, roughly coinciding with the '80s/'90s, in which he deliberately set about demolishing, through a discography worthy of a worn-out landing sock, all that was good, excellent, and indispensable he had built between the early '60s and the mid-'70s. I won’t remind you of his merits just as I won’t list the seminal groups he was part of that contributed to the rejuvenation of blues and its hybridization with rock until they became a unique genre...
Fall like rain - Eric Clapton
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10 aug 20
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