#eric clapton & friends

[georgeharrisonsmiling]

While my guitar gently weeps.

[thaern]

One of the many reasons to why George is my favourite musician and artist is the fact that even when he was raised in a small town with many closed thoughts he didn't let that or even the fame construct a image of him as utterly masculine and stereotypical, with his friends (different from Paul) for him showing love to everyone being physically close to them or hugging them no matter the gender, was something normal, a simple act of love.

Just like Olivia once said, George had romantic relationships with all of his friends because he was so full of it that it didn't scared him to show it, being making presents or just giving a hug, he did not let the fragile masculinity and conservative speech stop him from being himself.

And that, for a man raised in the late 50s is something to admire

[lennonblues]

George and Eric's relationship is endlessly fascinating to me and I can't even begin to try dissecting whatever the fuck was going on between them

[levon]

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... evening music ...

[midchelle]

In India George had become fascinated by the god Krishna, who was always surrounded by young maidens, and came back wanting to be some kind of Krishna figure, a spiritual being with lots of concubines. He actually said so. And no woman was out of bounds.

Pattie Boyd, Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton, and Me 

[antigoneikk]

steve winwood was doomed by the inherent power imbalances in his relationships with eric clapton and chris blackwell, two men who used him from the time he was 14 onwards, for their own ends. these power dynamics, along with steve's noted history of dissociation and his debilitating drug use, need to be taken into account when we consider his culpability in the disastrous and evil blind faith album cover incident of 1969

[hide-your-bugs-away]

Was standing in line at the IKEA food court line and adjusting some of the magazines/45s I brought with me to measure for display and this older lady and her husband behind me saw the Alan Price sheet music I had in my bag and RECOGNIZED HIM. I was making small talk with them about the meatballs always being out and she was like, "What other singles do you have? I saw you have Alan Price in there!" and I was 🤯🤯🤯

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER MEETING SOMEONE IRL IN THE UNITED STATES WHO KNEW ALAN BY NAME. WAHHHHHHHHHHHH yes I infodumped to her for 45 minutes while we ate and showed her my magazines 🙏

[lambheartedgirl]

suddenly I feel like a 15 year old girl again (if somebody doesn't call me beautiful soon I'll wonder why I was ever even born)

[i-j0s]

Eric Clapton & Friends - Call Me The Breeze (a JJ Cale homage)

[georgeharrisonsmiling]

[malikson]

oh to be patty boyd and have george harrison and eric clapton confess their undying love for you and write romantic songs about you that ended up becoming all time classics

[krispyweiss]

Only You Know and Everyone Knows: Bonnie Bramlett Turns 80

Delaney won’t be there, as he’s no longer living. But it’s safe to assume Bonnie’s friends will turn out for the singer’s 80th birthday.

The Bonnie in question is Bramlett and she reaches the milestone today, Oct. 8, 1944.

She rose to fame in the late 1960s as the second namesake leader of Delaney & Bonnie & Friends. And what Friends they boasted: Eric Clapton, George Harrison, Dave Mason, Leon Russell and Rita Coolidge to name just a few.

“I was wowed from the first moment I saw her perform … I mean, that voice, that charisma, that soul; she filled that whole room,” Mason said of Bramlett in 2021.

“She’s one of those raw, mega-talents that left me practically speechless, but not without the words to say, ‘Yes’ to joining the band.”

The Blamletts’ marriage - like their group - was a firecracker and quickly exploded. Bonnie went on to a solo career and working as a background singer for Joe Cocker, Carly Simon, the Allman Brothers Band and others.

And while Bramlett never again reached the highs of D&B&F, those who experienced it never forgot.

“You are a north star to many, including me,” Mason said.

11/8/24

[midchelle]

One night during that trip to England, I stayed with Maureen at her London apartment. We talked for hours, drinking Scotch and smoking one cigarette after another. I told her what had happened with Pattie and Eric. She shook her head, the same gently amused smile on her face that George had when I told him the story of what happened with me and Ringo.

She took the cigarette holder out of her mouth and tapped it against the ashtray before speaking the words that summed up all of it, every last ounce of it. “It’s all gone to hell in a handbag, hasn’t it?"

Chris O'Dell, Miss O'Dell: Hard Days and Long Nights with The Beatles, The Stones, Bob Dylan and Eric Clapton 

[aggelos965]

Eric Clapton - When You Got a Good Friend (Robert Johnson)

[gardenwalrus]

Pattie Boyd on herself, George, John and Cynthia being spiked with LSD-laced coffee by their dentist, John Riley

Our dentist, John Riley, had turned us on to acid. He and his girlfriend invited John, Cynthia, George, and me to dinner at his house in Hyde Park Square one evening sometime in 1965. [...] We had a lovely meal, plenty to drink, and at the end George said, “Let’s go.” We were planning to see some friends playing at the Pickwick Club. John Riley’s girlfriend jumped to her feet. “You can’t,” she said. “You haven’t had any coffee yet. It’s ready, I’ve made it - and it’s delicious.” We sat down again and drank the coffee she was insistent we should have. But then we were really keen to get away and John Lennon said, “We must go now. These friends of ours are going to be on soon. It’s their first night, we’ve got to go and see them.” And John Riley said, “You can’t leave.” “What are you talking about?” said John Lennon. “You’ve just had LSD.” “No, we haven’t.” “Yes, you have,” said our host. “It was in the coffee.” John Lennon was absolutely furious. “How dare you fucking do this to us?” he said.

George and I said, “Do what?” We didn’t know what LSD was. John Lennon was the only one of us who knew because he had read about it in Playboy. He said, “It’s a drug,” and as it began to take effect we felt even more strongly that we didn’t want to be there. I wondered if the dentist, who hadn’t had any coffee, had given it to us hoping the evening might end in an orgy. We were desperate to escape. John Riley said he would drive us and we should leave our car with him. “No,” we said. We piled into my Mini, which seemed to be shrinking, and drove to the club where our friends were playing. All the way the car felt smaller and smaller, and by the time we arrived we were completely out of it. People kept recognising George and coming up to him. They were moving in and out of focus, then looked like animals. We clung to each other, feeling surreal. Soon we moved on to the Ad Lib Club - we knew it and thought we might feel better if we were in familiar surroundings. It wasn’t far from the Pickwick so we walked and on the way I remember trying to break a shop window. The Ad Lib was on the top floor, above the Prince Charles Theatre in Leicester Place, and we thought the lift was on fire because there was a little red light inside. As the doors opened, we crawled out and bumped into Mick Jagger, Marianne Faithfull, and Ringo. John told them we’d been spiked. The effect of the drug was getting stronger and stronger, and we were all in hysterics and crazy. When we sat down, the table elongated. Hours later we decided to go home. We climbed into the car again and this time George drove - at no more than ten miles an hour, concentrating hard, all the way to Esher. But it felt as though he was doing a thousand miles an hour [...] it was daylight by the time we got home. We went into Kinfauns and locked the gate so that the cleaner wouldn’t come in and find us, put the cat into a room on her own, and sat down. The drug took about eight hours to wear off, but it was very frightening and we never spoke to the dentist again.

- From Pattie Boyd's autobiography Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton, and Me (2007)