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Monday, November 26, 2007
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After reading Stephen King's stunning review in the NYT, I had to read the Clapton autobiography. Consumed the book in two days over Thanksgiving, then ordered up the remastered Cream CDs. Which arrived today, and are now ready for instant rock nostalgia gratification on the iPod.
Clapton's writing is less than whelming, but it rings true, unaffected, appropriately self-deprecating. And as King highlights himself, for a recovering alcoholic the heart-grabber comes with Clapton describing the aftermath of his son Conor's death:
Later, after telling his story at an A.A. meeting, he was accosted by a
woman who said he had taken away her last excuse to drink. "I've always
had this little corner of my mind which held the excuse that, if
anything were to happen to my kids, then I'd be justified in getting
drunk. You've shown me that's not true."
I know exactly what she meant.
8:23:00 PM
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