The task of exaggerating the impact Eric Clapton has exerted upon the world of rock music over the course of a career, wringing pure emotion from the strings of guitars, is one of virtual impossibility.
However, the recorded offerings of the man's late career might make one forget the early, greater ones -- the most recent of which was none-to-far-removed from what might be if Jimmy Buffett decided to rearrange an album of blues standards. Some have easily forgotten that it was Clapton's Les Paul-through-a-Marshall that changed the very concept of what the blues could be for a generation when the Beano
album hit. That there is a damn good reason why Cream's music has become one of the archetypical soundtracks for anything even vaguely
psychedelic, and that the reasons why we should all still extol the contributions of the man once infamously referred to as "God" are vast, and we just don't have the bandwidth.