One of the nice things about having the house to myself - an extremely rare occurrence - is that I can fill the resulting peace and quiet up with my music. Not that I can't play music when everyone else is around, of course, but because of all the other background noise - TV, Marina's computer, the girls' computer, Kaylene's CD player - the resulting cacophony in a small house usually threatens my sanity. It also means I can jump between artists and genres without driving anyone else nuts, either.
The last time I saw him live ... "Clapton is God" is an old catchcry but, honestly, I can only describe the atmosphere in the Brisbane Entertainment Centre as reverential, and after the applause following each piece there was a hushed silence while everyone waited to see what would come next. Because, despite the depths of Clapton's repertoire and the strength of his then-current album (Journeyman), there was one song everyone was waiting for .. . and I can still recall the shiver that ran down my spine when the opening chords of "Layla" ripped across the auditorium. I don't expect that I'd experience it again at next year's show, but even without that I think I'd kick myself if I let the chance to see Clapton live pass me by.
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