I hope Eric gets a ton of clap.

^ HaHa! Very droll !

Although it was a decade or so later, I actually attended the same High School as EC, so as you can imagine he was something of a local hero, and if you knew where to look you might see him in a pub. We saw him in the country pub that was three mins walk from from EC's house and where, reputedly, George Harrison had sat in the pub garden, admiring the spectacular view and dreaming up "Here Comes The Sun". The pub used to serve light meals, like paté on toast. This is a detail I remember because I was so proud of the remark I made to my friends: "I think I'll have the Paté Boyd."

Top that if you can, Trollheart!

Well, perhaps it was one of those things that seemed funny at the time, rs, but I feel your reaction is a little harsh :( + ;)

That's nothing. I once met Sean Dunphy in a chip shop AND he gave me a chip! :D

(...looks up Sean Dunphy...hmmm...football player...singer... ??)

^ Ditto, except *doesn't bother to look up Sean Dunphy*

Who is this guy,TH ? Your old gym teacher, or what? ;)

More important question. Just what kind of chip did he give you? :D

Especially for the racism.

And, yeah, Clapton's best work was definitely with Cream. His work with the Yardbirds was good but I'd rate Jeff Beck a little better, even if he was a flake.

As for his solo stuff, his self titled album and 461 Ocean Boulevard, but otherwise, meh.

Perspective, please.

The woman - we don't know her age - was basically selling off her dead husband's stuff on eBay. Thinking that she had some kind of nefarious reason is purely conjecture at this point. Like many partners of music fans, there is no reason to think she even knew or cared what a bootleg was. All she knew is that her hubby bought it in a shop sometime in the 80s and was of no use to her, so why not include it in with some other stuff of his to sell.

The greed lies more in the third-rate musician-coddling and all the self-importance that generates.