Eric Clapton: Royal Abert Hall, London
Simon Price, The Independent, 9 May 2004
WOKE UP this morning, got those "I'm going to see Eric Clapton" blues. Said I woke up this morning, and… OK, let's be honest. For any pop critic except the most slavishly sycophantic, slagging Slow-hand is the easy stuff. He's become a byword for a certain kind of sterile virtuosity, a shorthand signifier for a multitude of rock dinosaur sins. It barely needs re-stating. Fish in a barrel. Candy from a baby. Cow's arse with a banjo.
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