One thing leads to another… and after reading George Harrison’s “I, Me, Mine” and Pattie Boyd’s “Wonderful Tonight,” the next obvious choice seemed to be to read, Clapton: The Autobiography. (For those not in the know, Eric stole George’s wife Pattie). The odd thing is…I’m not a Eric Clapton fan. Oh sure, I like Layla and Tears in Heaven, but those songs were #1 songs, but I always found Wonderful Tonight to be so overplayed and too sappy! Yet…
I couldn’t put this book down!
Eric Clapton started out his young life a lot like John Lennon did…with an absentee father and being raised by someone other than his mother. But his story had an odd twist in that he was led to believe his grandparents were his real parents and his uncle was his brother. This bizarre family situation played out in so many ways throughout his life and career as he spent half a decade looking for the acceptance he never got from his mother. Sound familiar?
Somewhere along the way, through all the obsessions and addictions with women, alcohol and drugs, Clapton managed to have several short lived, yet very successful bands. His guitar playing reached a God-like status early and carried him on to become one of the most respected guitar players of today, despite the turmoil going on in the background.
Eventually, Eric cleaned himself up and is now a family man who tires easily on the road when touring. He even mentions his recommendation for the best parenting book and speaks openly about his need to help others achieve their own sobriety.
I rate this book: 4 out of 4 Beetles!