When I was a kid, I had the memory of an elephant. However, I reached my forties, and I began experiencing memory troubles. Where did I park the car, and what's my fax number? Thankfully, my doctor wrote me a prescription for two wonderful types of hormone therapy. Since I have been relying on the HGH and testosterone treatments, I can remember vivid details of special events, like the terrific Eric Clapton concert that I recently attended.
I'll never forget when Robert Cray received a warm welcome by thousands for his 35-minute opening set, and the arena suddenly went black. Under dozens of beaming lights and two video monitors, Clapton appeared with a fantastic delivery of "Pretending." The legendary guitaist wore a white-buttondown, black jeans and a clean shave under his bifocals. Clapton clenched his eyes, swayed his head side-to-side, feeling the blues, as "I Shot the Sheriff" drove into "Got To Get Better." The optimist performed jaw-dropping fingerwork.Â
I can still hear the rock star thanking the crowd and speaking to us for the first time. Clapton went on to introduce each of his mates onstage. Despite the frontman's potent solos in "Old Love" and "Anyday," the expert allowed his protegees to play signature licks. All of the craftsmen onstage threw smiles back and forth, as each one complimented the other's immeasurable talent.
Then came the best part of the evening. I will never forget the short acoustic set that included "Key to the Highway," "Nobody Knows You When You're Down And Out" accompanied by a kazoo, and "San Francisco Bay Blues." "Running on Faith" was heard, and the pace of the blistering guitar work picked up with "Motherless Children," followed by "Little Queen of Spades." Everyone was singing during "After Midnight."
I remember that thousands of music fans got to embrace even more back catalogue favorites, such as the slow-paced "Wonderful Tonight," as well as the potent "Layla." The dateless number, followed by its familiar Piano Exit, never grows old. Clapton was on autopilot, during the intense "Cocaine." Every single spectator in the arena must have been out their seats dancing, addicted to the honest message, "She don't lie." Following an extremely short encore, the band reappeared. Only this time, Robert Cray was onstage. The ensemble ripped into "Crossroads." The exhilerating number ranked as the world's #1 Best Blues Anthem in Classic Rock magazine. Blending Robert Johnson's "Traveling Riverside Blues" and "Cross Road Blues," Clapton's version has become a customary and ideal conclusion to the phenominal show. Â
Besides introducing a band member every now and then, the veteran rock star spent zero time conversing with the audience. But it's not like his fans paid good money to hear stories. No, Clapton never played "Sunshine of Your Love" on his black Strat or GibsonES-335. Regardless, there is nothing to complain about after expeirncing Clapton onstage for a couple of hours. I am just grateful that I can remember the show. After all, before my doctor wrote me a prescription for HGH and testosterone supplements, I would never have such colorful memories of Eric Clapton onstage.
I'll never forget when Robert Cray received a warm welcome by thousands for his 35-minute opening set, and the arena suddenly went black. Under dozens of beaming lights and two video monitors, Clapton appeared with a fantastic delivery of "Pretending." The legendary guitaist wore a white-buttondown, black jeans and a clean shave under his bifocals. Clapton clenched his eyes, swayed his head side-to-side, feeling the blues, as "I Shot the Sheriff" drove into "Got To Get Better." The optimist performed jaw-dropping fingerwork.Â
I can still hear the rock star thanking the crowd and speaking to us for the first time. Clapton went on to introduce each of his mates onstage. Despite the frontman's potent solos in "Old Love" and "Anyday," the expert allowed his protegees to play signature licks. All of the craftsmen onstage threw smiles back and forth, as each one complimented the other's immeasurable talent.
Then came the best part of the evening. I will never forget the short acoustic set that included "Key to the Highway," "Nobody Knows You When You're Down And Out" accompanied by a kazoo, and "San Francisco Bay Blues." "Running on Faith" was heard, and the pace of the blistering guitar work picked up with "Motherless Children," followed by "Little Queen of Spades." Everyone was singing during "After Midnight."
I remember that thousands of music fans got to embrace even more back catalogue favorites, such as the slow-paced "Wonderful Tonight," as well as the potent "Layla." The dateless number, followed by its familiar Piano Exit, never grows old. Clapton was on autopilot, during the intense "Cocaine." Every single spectator in the arena must have been out their seats dancing, addicted to the honest message, "She don't lie." Following an extremely short encore, the band reappeared. Only this time, Robert Cray was onstage. The ensemble ripped into "Crossroads." The exhilerating number ranked as the world's #1 Best Blues Anthem in Classic Rock magazine. Blending Robert Johnson's "Traveling Riverside Blues" and "Cross Road Blues," Clapton's version has become a customary and ideal conclusion to the phenominal show. Â
Besides introducing a band member every now and then, the veteran rock star spent zero time conversing with the audience. But it's not like his fans paid good money to hear stories. No, Clapton never played "Sunshine of Your Love" on his black Strat or GibsonES-335. Regardless, there is nothing to complain about after expeirncing Clapton onstage for a couple of hours. I am just grateful that I can remember the show. After all, before my doctor wrote me a prescription for HGH and testosterone supplements, I would never have such colorful memories of Eric Clapton onstage.