First time experiences are always things to cherish and hold onto. First time driving a car. First time spending the night at a friend’s house. First time going on vacation without your parents. First kiss. And on and on and on.
Although I don’t remember exactly the first time that I heard Eric Clapton, the combination of hearing him with the stage of life that I was at and a good friend and mentor together all added up to a love of Mr. Slowhand and his music to this day. It was probably “Wonderful Tonight” that I heard all those years ago, which is funny considering how that song shows only one side of him.
When I was in middle school, a post-college young man came to my church. He was the brother of my youth pastor and was versed in secular music like no one else I had known in my short handful of years. Having been raised in the 60s and 70s, he was a fan of what I knew then as Classic Rock. The perfect combination came together as I looked up to this guy, he played guitar, and he didn’t ignore me like my older brother generally did.
As we spent time together, his love of guitar began to rub off on me. My birthday came around and I got my first guitar. Like Bryan Adams sang, “Got my first real six string….played it ‘til my fingers bled.” I looked to my friend to lead and guide me in all things guitar since I had no one around who could lead me that way. At least, no one who my parents actually trusted.
These were the days before CDs. Vinyl records were still big and it wasn’t uncommon for people to record their albums onto tapes so that they could bring them with and listen to them wherever they went. They were the days when albums meant something, when there was intentionality in how songs were put together. Listening to albums in their entirety was common, or at least one side of the albums.
At my request, my friend recorded all of his Clapton albums for me. As I talk to him today, we differ in our remembrance as he tells me that I guilted him into making those recordings for me. The irony of it all these years later is that I now have a lot of those albums on vinyl and he doesn’t.
I immersed myself in Clapton. It was like a whole new world for me. Just to be able to recognize music while I was out in public was a revelation for me. No longer was I simply resigned to recognizing the Carpenters, Simon and Garfunkel, and Andy Williams. My palette had expanded, and even if it was only slightly, it made a huge difference for my well-being.
I jumped in headfirst and wore out these tapes once my friend made them for me. As I learned guitar, I learned Clapton songs as well. Badge. Wonderful Tonight. Sunshine of Your Love. Everything that he released from that point on, I was watching and waiting for.
Whether it was the first album that my friend made a top of or not, Clapton’s album “Backless” just hit me. From the opening drum hits of “Walk Out in the Rain” to “Tell Me That You Love Me,” this was new ground to me and I drank it in like a thirsty hiker finally reaching his checkpoint.
In an effort to shield me from the worldliness of this “heathen” music, my friend refused to record some of the songs that were deemed inappropriate like “I’ll Make Love To You Anytime” and “Cocaine.” And prohibition just adds to the mystique, so you can be that the moment that I actually was allowed to get the albums on CD years later, I would wear those songs out. Guiding by prohibition is not always the most effective way to teach.
Nowadays, when I listen to “Backless,” I am so used to the song order that when one song ends, I wait in anticipation for the next one to start right behind it. It makes for a mildly entertaining scenario in my head whenever I’m listening to songs on shuffle.
My one regret when it comes to Clapton is that I was never able to see him in concert. The pinnacle of the concert experience would have been seeing him with his old friend Steve Winwood. Sadly, when the duo went through Madison Square Garden, I was long gone from New England and the ability to take the train to NYC at a moment’s notice.
After his “Unplugged” album, I tapered off a little from my listening as my musical tastes continued to broaden and take me to other places. A few years back, I read his autobiography which inspired me to once again delve back into the vast catalogue of EC. While there were a couple albums that fell flat, I think he finally reached that age where he realized he had such a resume behind him that he could just make the kind of music that HE wanted to make rather than worrying about what anyone else was thinking.
And of course, when I finally got my first electric guitar, the one that I had saved for years to buy, it was a Fender Stratocaster. I observed early on that if you were a Clapton fan, that was your axe of choice. If you were mostly a Jimmy Paige guy, you preferred Les Pauls.