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The legendary guitarist recounts the story of his life and his career, recalling his work with the Yardbirds, Cream, and as a solo artist; years of drug and alcohol abuse; failed marriage to Patti Boyd; and the accidental death of his young son.
>CLAPTON PAR ERIC CLAPTON, de Eric Clapton (Trad, de l'anglais par Florence Bertrand, Buchet-Chastel, Paris, 2007, 308 p.) Se reporter à la critique de Florence MENEY In: (2008). Compte rendu de [Essai]. Nuit blanche, (111), p. 61. … ; (en ligne), URL : https://id.erudit.org/iderudit/19590ac
> BAnQ (Derepentigny A., La presse, 13 janvier 2008, C. Expresso arts et spectacles, p. 3)
> EN TOUTE HONNÊTETÉ. — Passionnant ! Cette autobiographie d'Eric Clapton, parue en 2007 et traduite dans la langue de Molière par Florence Bertrand (Chez Buchet/Chastel), est absolument délicieuse à lire. Ric, 9 ans, né clandestinement dans l'arrière chambre des grands parents qu'il découvre qu'ils ne sont pas ses parents comme on a pu lui laissé croire... Ric, enfant de Ripley, pas franchement passionné par les études... ses premiers pas comme graphiste, mais préférant assurément les Beaux Arts qui lui sont inaccessibles... son penchant précoce pour le blues dans une époque où l'on raisonnait Rock N' Roll... ses premières armes dans des formations faites de bric et de broc avant d'arriver aux Yardbirds où le terme de virtuose lui colle déjà à la peau au point d'être recruté par John Mayall, une sommité dans le milieu, pour relancer des Bluesbreakers qui s'endorment sur leurs lauriers... une gloire qu'il réfute née sous l'anthologique Cream, pas si soudé que leur musique peut le prétendre... le retour sur terre sous Blind Faith... l'amitié avec George Harrison et pour sa femme Pattie pour laquelle il plonge, éperdu amoureux, dans l'héroïne et l'alcool à outrance...les années 80 qui le délivrent de ces addictions... la mort de Connor, son fils qui donne le jour au grandiose Tears In Heaven... le père de famille qu'il est devenu, le musicien d'aujourd'hui... en toute simplicité, avec humilité, Eric Clapton se dévoile comme jamais, sans concession pour lui-même, honnêtement, acceptant sereinement ce parcours en dent de scie. Il n'y a rien de honteux dans cette sorte de repentance, c'est le rock n' roll ! (PLO54) —jean-claude, le 18 octobre 2012, (Sur Amazon.fr)( )
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This book is dedicated to my Grandmother Rose Amelia Clapp, and to my beloved wife Melia, and my children Ruth, Julie, Ella and Sophie.
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Early in my childhood, when I was about six or seven, I began to get the feeling that there was something different about me.
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(p44) It was at the Marquee that I first came across John Mayall, ... playing in a trio with bassist Jack Bruce and drummer Ginger Baker. (not dated in book, but follows on from previous paragraph with date 25 July 1963 for his first band, The Roosters, final gig at the Marquee)
(p50) (1964) On my guitar, I used light-gauge strings, with a very thin first string, which made it easier to bend the notes, and it was not uncommon, during the most frenetic bits of playing, for me to break at least one string. During the pause while I was changing my strings, the frenzied audience would often break into a slow handclap, inspiring Giorgio (Gomelsky - proprietor of the Crawdaddy Club and The Yardbirds' manager) to dream up the nickname of 'Slowhand' Clapton.
(p71) Returning to England in late October 1965, I found that my place in the Bluesbreakers had been filled by a brilliant guitarist called Peter Green, ... He was not happy to see me, as it meant rather a sudden end to what had obviously been a good gig for him. One change that didn't particularly surprise me was to find that (John) McVie had finally been given the boot, and had been replaced by Jack Bruce. He stayed for only a few weeks before moving on to join Manfred Mann ... but doing those few gigs, we had a chance to take stock of one another.
(p76 - 81) Though I was happy with the Bluesbreakers, I was also beginning to get restless, nurturing somewhere inside me thoughts of being a frontman, ... So when Ginger Baker, the drummer from the Graham Bond Organisation, came to see me and talked about forming a new band, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. The Bluesbreakers were playing a gig in Oxford when Ginger first came to see me. I'd seen him down at the Marquee, ... but didn't know much about him. ... I was very flattered that he was interested in me. ... That night, after the gig, (March 1966 - date unconfirmed) he offered me a lift back to London. ... He told me he was thinking of forming a band, and asked if I'd be interested in joining. I said I'd think about it, but that I'd only be really interested if Jack Bruce was involved. He almost crashed the car. ... He agreed to go away and have a think about it. ... the very first time that the three of us got together, in March 1966, in the front room of Ginger's house in Neasden, they (Ginger and Jack) started arguing right away. ... But when we started to play together, it all just turned to magic. ... we all looked at each other and grinned. ... Over the next few months we continued to rehearse secretly, ... Then (in 11 June 1966 issue) Ginger let the cat out of the bag by giving an interview to Chris Welch of Melody Maker ... Our next step was to think of a name for the band, and I came up with Cream, for the very simple reason that in all our minds we were the cream of the crop, the elite in our respective domains. ... our first proper gig, at my old stamping ground, the Twisted Wheel in Manchester, was on 29 July, the night before the (1966 World Cup) final.
(p97) (Sept/Oct 1967 - New York) ... Ahmet said to me, 'I want you to go in there and play on this song,' ... I felt so nervous, because I couldn't read music, ... Aretha (Franklin) came in and sang a song ... and I played lead guitar.
(p101) (about May 1968)... we were stuck, and I wanted out (of Cream). (and p106) On 26 November, 1968, Cream played their final two shows at the Royal Albert Hall in London.
(p215) (after more than 10 years of drugs and alcohol) ... Roger ... booked me into Hazelden, which was then said to be the best treatment centre for alcoholics in the world. ... in January 1982 (and p218) Once it was considered that I could stand on my own two feet, I was given tasks to do, the simplest being to make my own bed, which I'd never done before, ...
(p246) (Autumn / Winter 1985) I was like a candle in the wind, being blown all over the place, with no concern for other people's feelings or for the consequences of my actions. (and p253) Conor was born on 21 August, 1986, at St. Mary's, Paddington. As soon as I heard that Lori had gone into labour, I rushed to the hospital, ...
(p256) I called Roger and told him to book me into Hazelden again, and on 21 November, 1987, I went back into treatment. ... This time I had no reservations about why I was there, I had tried to control my drinking and failed, ... Also my life had become very complicated and completely unmanageable during my relapse. I now had two children, ... a broken marriage, assorted bewildered girlfriends and a career, which although it was still ticking over, had lost its direction. I was a mess. (and p257 still in Hazelden) Then one day, as my visit drew to an end, a panic hit me, and I realised in fact that nothing had changed in me, ... almost of their own accord, my legs gave way and I fell to my knees. In the privacy of my room I begged for help. ... Within a few days ... From that day until this, I have never failed to pray in the morning, on my knees, asking for help, and at night, to express gratitude for my life and most of all, for my sobriety.
(p266) (20 March 1991) At about 11.00 a.m. the phone rang, and it was Lori. She was hysterical, screaming that Conor was dead.
(p359) As I write this, I am sixty-two years old, twenty years sober and busier than I have ever been. ... I am virtually deaf, but refuse to wear a hearing-aid because I like the way things sound naturally, even if I can hardly hear them. I am lazy, refusing to do any exercise, and as a result, am completely unfit. I am a complete curmudgeon and proud of it. I know who I am these days, ... It is (early) 2007, ...
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It has always found me, and with God's blessing and permission, it always will.
The legendary guitarist recounts the story of his life and his career, recalling his work with the Yardbirds, Cream, and as a solo artist; years of drug and alcohol abuse; failed marriage to Patti Boyd; and the accidental death of his young son.
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Se reporter à la critique de Florence MENEY
In: (2008). Compte rendu de [Essai]. Nuit blanche, (111), p. 61. … ; (en ligne),
URL : https://id.erudit.org/iderudit/19590ac
> BAnQ (Derepentigny A., La presse, 13 janvier 2008, C. Expresso arts et spectacles, p. 3)
> EN TOUTE HONNÊTETÉ. — Passionnant ! Cette autobiographie d'Eric Clapton, parue en 2007 et traduite dans la langue de Molière par Florence Bertrand (Chez Buchet/Chastel), est absolument délicieuse à lire. Ric, 9 ans, né clandestinement dans l'arrière chambre des grands parents qu'il découvre qu'ils ne sont pas ses parents comme on a pu lui laissé croire... Ric, enfant de Ripley, pas franchement passionné par les études... ses premiers pas comme graphiste, mais préférant assurément les Beaux Arts qui lui sont inaccessibles... son penchant précoce pour le blues dans une époque où l'on raisonnait Rock N' Roll... ses premières armes dans des formations faites de bric et de broc avant d'arriver aux Yardbirds où le terme de virtuose lui colle déjà à la peau au point d'être recruté par John Mayall, une sommité dans le milieu, pour relancer des Bluesbreakers qui s'endorment sur leurs lauriers... une gloire qu'il réfute née sous l'anthologique Cream, pas si soudé que leur musique peut le prétendre... le retour sur terre sous Blind Faith... l'amitié avec George Harrison et pour sa femme Pattie pour laquelle il plonge, éperdu amoureux, dans l'héroïne et l'alcool à outrance...les années 80 qui le délivrent de ces addictions... la mort de Connor, son fils qui donne le jour au grandiose Tears In Heaven... le père de famille qu'il est devenu, le musicien d'aujourd'hui... en toute simplicité, avec humilité, Eric Clapton se dévoile comme jamais, sans concession pour lui-même, honnêtement, acceptant sereinement ce parcours en dent de scie. Il n'y a rien de honteux dans cette sorte de repentance, c'est le rock n' roll ! (PLO54)
—jean-claude, le 18 octobre 2012, (Sur Amazon.fr) (