HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ANGLOPHONE SECTION, vol. 4: Eric Clapton
(An exception to the usual review of Italian talents, bands, or solo artists. This time, we’re going with the English-speaking, in short, let’s say it: is it not true that it’s not only in the Boot that disgraceful and unworthy musical careers have been completed, which once paved the way for everyone?)
Friends, welcome to the tenth installment of this delightful little column that, I must warn you, should be taken in small doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by great DeBaser aficionados who occasionally like to stick two fingers down their throats, here I am proposing a few selected listens regarding the disgusting side of the output of some groups or solo artists who truly made Music History, offering, in the past, quality music with potential international appeal, only to later fall into the quagmire of a low-quality discography that made them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.
Let the foul horns sound, come on...
A couple of listens to testify how even Slowhand, whom I count among my all-time favorite Artists, spent a middle age, roughly coinciding with the '80s/'90s, in which he deliberately set out to demolish, with a discography worthy of a half-baked landing sock, the good, the excellent, the essential things—we might say—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 modernizing the blues and hybridizing it with rock until it became a unique genre....
Believe In Life - Eric Clapton
(An exception to the usual review of Italian talents, bands, or solo artists. This time, we’re going with the English-speaking, in short, let’s say it: is it not true that it’s not only in the Boot that disgraceful and unworthy musical careers have been completed, which once paved the way for everyone?)
Friends, welcome to the tenth installment of this delightful little column that, I must warn you, should be taken in small doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by great DeBaser aficionados who occasionally like to stick two fingers down their throats, here I am proposing a few selected listens regarding the disgusting side of the output of some groups or solo artists who truly made Music History, offering, in the past, quality music with potential international appeal, only to later fall into the quagmire of a low-quality discography that made them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.
Let the foul horns sound, come on...
A couple of listens to testify how even Slowhand, whom I count among my all-time favorite Artists, spent a middle age, roughly coinciding with the '80s/'90s, in which he deliberately set out to demolish, with a discography worthy of a half-baked landing sock, the good, the excellent, the essential things—we might say—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 modernizing the blues and hybridizing it with rock until it became a unique genre....
Believe In Life - Eric Clapton
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10 aug 20
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