Sour Cream

Cream’s last live gig was in the Royal Albert Hall in 1968 and their reunion there in May was a huge let-down. Cream was supposed to be just that, la crème de la crème, the best guitarist, bassist and drummer in blues-soaked Britain, rich in vocals. Clapton had just come off John Mayall’s Bluesbreakers and was reaching his peak.

I saw him in concert last summer and he was in great form. He played blues, better Cream stuff than I heard on this, Yardbirds, solo stuff, you name it. He’s as happy as he’s ever been in his life and he played that way, clear as a bell. He’s sober now, happily married, just put out one of the cheeriest albums I’ve ever heard off the guy.

He was simply not into this Cream Reunion stuff. I mean, it’s still Clapton, it’s not like he could play bad or anything… he just was not really grooving with the old buds, nor they with each other. They were tense, awkward and you could hear, as well as see it.

Anyone expecting to see Cream better get in their time machine, these are not young bucks excited about music, they’re gentry thinking about their prostates and how they’re going to use the money from the few gigs. Jack & Ginger should be facing Clapton’s estate five times a day cause that legend sure as hell doesn’t need them. He’s the only triple inductee to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, deservedly so.

You can rent the DVD to hear Stormy Monday, Born Under a Bad Sign & Sleepy Time Time & well, just to watch God play the guitar, it’s an awesome sight. But then crank up Disraeli Gears if you really want to hear Cream.

And, if you get your DVDs through the mail, make sure you waste your time on both or somehow figure out which disk has all the great classic Cream songs. I got stuck with the practically worthless disk and although I love the blues classics I mentioned above, I wanted to hear the classic Cream songs, but not enough to bother requesting the other disk.