Happy New Year to all you guitar maniacs! I've got a lovely Strat and a sweet acoustic and can't play either one...I think I know four chords (OK, three). I have ambivalent feelings about technology...I love it and I hate it. Even though I was right in the middle of the whole Haight-Ashbury hoo-ha---and it really was incredible---I think my most colorful period was the early 70's playing music in the UK: bad food, cold weather, no money, no color TV, no car, certainly no computers, internet, email, or mobile phones...
I know there are a lot of right wing cretins out there who have some sort of religious problem with the FACT (maybe that's the problem, religious people don't deal in facts) that global warming is here big time. Maybe because Moses isn't involved...who knows. It's here, brother. Trust me...
Bloody hell. What a SPECTACULAR film! George Lucas is BACK! Forget Arnold and Leonardo DiCaprio...Goerge IS the fucking King of the World! He dropped the hammer, slammed his foot to the floor, and tore off into the future at warp speed!
I hope the photos here capture the sheer joy Jack was having at this gig...he was the old Jack and had an absolute ball all through the performance and gave it everything he had. He had fun with many of the numbers and was smiling his little ass off whilst doing so! So lovely to see them all having such a good time playing their music so brilliantly and being with each other in this magical venue, which beats ANY hall I've played in...
Saiichi Sugiyama gave you all the technical stuff plus his take on the gig....I'll add mine. Firstly, it's 3 hours before showtime, and I'm sitting in my rented accommodation in Thames Ditton, having just moved to the UK four days ago from North Hollywood. I was having dinner last night with...
I'm sitting here deep in the Surrey countryside at Saiichi's lovely house wearing Tom Guerra's Mambo Sons T-shirt he sent me just before I left LA for London.....which I will wear to the Cream concert at the Royal Albert Hall May 3. So here's my thinking: whoever the dickhead was who filmed the Goodbye concert at the RAH in 1968, the people doing it this time will get it right...
What do San Angelo, Texas and Estipona in Spain have in common? Absolutely nothing. Nada. And they really don't. Wanna bet? You won't believe this story...I still can't believe it: I wrote The Book of Love as a result of meeting the most extraordinary woman I have ever met. Not only was she stunningly beautiful, but extremely intelligent, complex, funny, and possessed of a...
So I'm shaving this beautiful girl's big-lipped pussy (love those curtains!) and what-do-you-know, but Tom Watson interrupts my delicate work to inform me that the great and legendary Tom Guerra of the fabulous Mambo Sons (you gotta love 'em just for the name alone!) has joined our journal team! Well, I just HAD to stop what I was doing and read Tom Guerra's first gripping journal...
I moved in with Grandma and Grandpa when I was three. They had a little house set back 50 feet on Dominga Avenue in Fairfax, the spacious back yard of which butted against the boneyard of a large auto repair garage and service station. All the leftover greasy bits of cars were piled up there which was a boon to me, especially as we had a gate that opened onto this treasure trove which smelled of the magical combination of...
So, I'm in northern California and my best friend, Barry, is in Orlando Florida. Two of my other best friends are in London. The Cream tickets go on sale 9 am today London time, ONE A.M. my time, and FOUR A.M. Orlando time. Oof. Barry and I liaise...I will call the Albert Hall box office, he will call the internet booking office...all the servers were overloaded, of course...
My first memory was literally burned into me as I fell against the gas heater in Mom and Dad's apartment at 1715 Golden Gate avenue when I was a little over a year old, raising a welt on my left wrist. The scar stayed with me until I was twenty, having crawled a third of the way up my forearm by then as my skin stretched to accommodate the growing body underneath. I think that was also the day my mother had a...
Do you lead a charmed life? Would you like to lead a charmed life, or at least increase the charm in your life? You can; but before you can, you must learn to recognize sometimes very subtle, oblique events and indicators Life offers you from time-to-time. I hope this series of true anecdotes from my life will ring familiar in your life and alert you to the presence of...
I can think of hundreds of pieces of beautiful, stirring, moving music and songs, of course--The Great Gates of Kiev, Beethoven's 5th, One For My Baby by Frank, most of Pink Floyd, Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers, Stay With Me Baby by...
Whilst I'm doing the Hollywood thing and living here, I may as well offer up any Hollywood stuff---got an invite from Variety to see a pre-release screening of Clint Eastwood's "Million Dollar Baby," and I was there to write about it, so I'll write about it. Ebert and Roper gave it...
I was playing with a bunch of lovely Aussies in England in 1974 and we were going to be signed to the Rolling Stones as their first band...until they decided not to get involved with having another band on their label. Nothing to do with us, they just realized...