On August 10, 1968, UK power trio Cream’s double albumĀ Wheels Of Fire, their third album, hit #1 on the Billboard album chart.
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Cream – one of the best bands I have ever seen!
On August 10, 1968, UK power trio Cream’s double albumĀ Wheels Of Fire, their third album, hit #1 on the Billboard album chart.
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Cream – one of the best bands I have ever seen!
Yesterday was Jimi Hendrix (which I enjoyed greatly) today I am listening to Cream. In my head I relate the two of them together. They were both power trios of exemplary musicians. They were both highly original. They came out of the same psychedelic blues and featured superb guitarists!
Both were incredibly exciting to see live.
I was eighteen when we conned our way into the press enclosure at the Windsor Jazz and Blues festival and got to stand at the front right in front of the stage. Cream blew me away. They were so powerful.
Disraeli Gears was just superb. In my opinion none of its members ever achieved such heights again. Such a tragedy that they split up. Perhaps they should have just had a year’s break and come back together? (As for Blind Faith, Airforce, Dominoes and the rest – poor in comparison).
Today I shall be blasting out my Cream – I have a new live album of radio stuff. It sounds brilliant.
Cream with my coffee, Cream with my tea, Cream with everything!!
Have a great day in Isolation!!
Have a good ol’ boogie!!
Today is the Cream of the Cream!
A band is only as good as the material it plays. If the songs are poor quality then no matter how good they are the band will be mediocre.
Cream were exceptional.
Not only did they bring together three outstanding musicians in Eric Clapton, Jack Bruce and Ginger Baker but they operated with a clear philosophy. They knew the sound they wanted to capture and they did. Together they produced ground-breaking music that fired up the likes of Hendrix and raised the bar. None of them ever got close to the level they were at when they were together. Their brand of power-blues with Jazz improvisations and extended solos was unique at the time and startlingly brilliant. It has never been bettered. They were the ultimate power trio.
What is not so well documented or commented on is that it was Pete Brown who brought the power of his words to bear to create masterpieces such as Politician and Sunshine of Your Love. The collaboration between the Beat inspired poetry of Pete Brown and the musicianship of Jack Bruce created the backbone of Cream’s original work.
Pete’s lyrics were flowing with imagery and poetic nuance. They added that piquancy that took them that extra yard.
Pete needs to be lavished with praise for his contribution.
Cream were the first Super-Group. Eric Clapton, Ginger Baker and Jack Bruce were all acknowledged leading experts in their own field.
Eric had established himself as the foremost White blues guitarist of his generation. Heād started out as a young kid with the Yardbirds doing R&B and Blues material with a speeded up White British style. Heād moved on to John Mayallās Bluesbreakers in order to get into a more authentic Chicago style which is when his supreme talent was dribbled over.
Jack Bruce and Ginger Baker both were inspired by the Jazz side of music. They came into the band from Alexis Kornerās Blues Incorporated and then the break-off band of Graham Bond.
All of them were a bit disillusioned and excited by the idea of forming a Blues-based power trio. Theyād jammed together and found that they could really hit it off musically. The problems were all off-stage. Jack and Ginger were volatile individuals with a long history of falling out, fist fights and even knives!
Iām not sure that Eric knew quite what he was walking into. But the end result was worth all the aggro.
Cream started off adapting the standard Blues classics by Robert Johnson, Howlinā Wolf and Skip James and giving them a bit of electrical twist. They soon found that their Jazz background enabled them to improvise wildly. It was as if something had been unleashed. The result went off like a dose of TNT. They all fed off it and it surged forward to create one of the most exciting acts around.
The next ingredient came from the British Beat poet Pete Brown. He teamed up with Jack Bruce to create a surreal type of lyric and music that took the band into a different dimension.
Following the first bluesy album the second āDisraeli Gearsā hit the crest of the psychedelic wave and took it up a notch. It was another of those magic albums that came out that year. It was ass if some magic dust had been sprinkled through the atmosphere and had sparked off a creative epidemic.
Eric, inspired and frightened by the formidable explosiveness and primal force of Jimi Hendrix was driven to new heights. Cream became astounding.
Each one of them contributed their full measure of brilliance. Gingerās drumming was spellbinding. Weād all got used to sitting through those interminable tedious, self-indulgent solos where the band would all walk off-stage for a fag and a pint while the drummer sweated and pounded away. It wasnāt like that with Ginger though. His drumming was so amazing it was scintillating. It left you short of breath at its sheer magnificence. I remember one session where he had a drum-off with Phil Seaman. The two of them did a master-class that got the crowd howling for more.
Jackās bass playing was equally extraordinary. Heād started out with an upright bass when playing with Alexis Korner but had mastered the more portable electric bass. Ginger always complained that Jack deliberately turned the amps right up which was responsible for blowing out his ears and the development of his tinnitus. I donāt know about that. I think there would always have been something. All I knew was that it sounded great. He was also the singer who gave voice to all those incredible lyrics of Willie Dixon and Pete Brown. That was the voice of Cream; almost the best band in the world.
At this point in time Eric was on fire. His scorching guitar was demonic. He surged with those complex riffs and intricate fills and runs that were constructed like jig-saw puzzles. They sent the hair on your neck stand up and blew the hair on your face off. Iāve never heard him play in such a free and unrestricted manner before or since. For me this was undoubtedly his apotheosis. He never came near it again despite whatever technical improvements he might have made. It all sounded contrived and soulless like it was merely cabaret or muzac. Cream was the essential Eric. All the other incarnations are pale by comparison.
According to Eric the band had reached its expiry date. The solos and improvisations had become predictable and there was nowhere else to go. It had become boring.
It sure did not sound like that to me.
The band stormed right up to its demise.
I am sure that the real reason was the huge pressure of too much touring. Having three huge personalities crammed together, particularly with the acrimony between Jack and Ginger, was a recipe for a punch-up.
I donāt think Eric was as beguiled by the music that The Band were laying down on their album āMusic from Big Pinkā as he subsequently made out. It was merely another small element. I think he just needed a break from all the relentless pressure and tension.
All the Blindfaith, Delaney and Bonnie, Derek & the Dominoes and his solo carrer was a holiday break. The descent into heroin vacuity says it all.
The trouble was that Eric never really got back. The reunions were much too late and felt a bit contrived. The spark and creativity was missing. You couldnāt relearn it. You had to feel it and want it and that time had passed and could not be summoned back.
Eric plodded through his cabaret years with excursions into Hari-land.
Cream left us with a pitifully short period of absolute magnificence but a legacy that shines cdown the decades. The quality exceeded all expectations. If ever a band was accurately named it was CREAM.
91. Paul Simon ā Songbook
I discovered Paul Simon through this album before he teamed up with Art Garfunkel and went into the more commercial side. This was nice and simple and allowed the songs to shine through. In a way I suppose I thought this album was more pure and honest; it hadnāt had the gloss put on it. These versions were unadorned. They seemed more real and passionate to me.
Paul was obviously attempting to muscle in on the mid-sixties Folk scene which had risen to prominence because of Dylan and Greenwich Village. There were the anti-war sentiments in āOn the side of a hillā and the civil rights issues with āA church is burningā and āhe was my brotherā which became labelled by the media as āProtestā songs. And it is probable that these type of songs were not Paulās forte. He was naturally inclined to the more personal songs. But I loved the raw versions of āI am a rockā, āSound of silenceā and āA most peculiar manā. The album was splattered with his delicate love songs.
Paul was living in London and trying to insinuate himself into the vibrant London Folk Scene when he recorded this album. Then the āFolk-Rockā Simon & Garfunkel album took off unexpectedly and he beetled off back to America and a new life.
Paul did not want this album out. He probably thought it would be at odds with the more polished later albums. I prefer it.
92. Cream ā Goodbye
Cream had come to the end of their life. Relationships between Ginger Baker and Jack Bruce had deteriorated to the point of violence and animosity. Not only that but Clapton thought that their creativity and innovation had got itself into a rut. Despite the fact that they were taking everywhere by storm and their shows were searing Rock at its very best they wanted out.
The heavy schedule of touring and recording had exacerbated the situation and Ginger blamed his hearing problems on Jack who he said was turning his amp up to max all the time and blasting Ginger with deafening sound.
Eric had also been beguiled by the Band and seemed to want to leave behind his loud Rock style for a more sedate type of music.
They were persuaded, fortunately, to do one last album and this was it. It was supposed to be another double album like āWheels of Fireā with one album of live and one studio, but there was not enough material for this so they opted for a single album with a live side and a studio side with one live track. I would have liked more but this is still good. The live version of Politician was particularly good. Iāve always loved that song.
Goodbye was not quite the epitaph it could have been. It was good but it could have been even better as that double album with five or six more studio tracks. All three of the studio tracks āBadgeā, āDoing that Scrapyard thingā and āWhat a Bringdownā were excellent. Cream certainly had not lost it.
93. Bruce Springsteen – Darkness at the edge of town
This album was made before Bruce had made that breakthrough into becoming a megastar. His song-writing was near its peak and heād had a big lay-off due to legal battles with his management. The previous album āBorn to Runā had broken him into the mainstream and the two year gap enabled him to get his song-writing and recording together for the next one. It also fired him up with anger and frustration that spilled out onto the tracks. You can hear it on āBadlandsā, āAdam made a Cainā, āFactoryā, āProve it all nightā, and āPromised landā.
I love this album because you can feel the intensity of the emotion coming straight through. The production was crystal clear and Bruceās guitar seared with fury. The lyrics were among his best. He had distilled this out of a huge number of songs that heād spilled out during his enforced rest. Some of those had gone out to other people and loads stayed in the can for a long time. What finally came out made all the waiting worthwhile. This was a landmark album and took Bruce forward a big step. That sound was now crisp and the songs finely honed.
If only a number of other bands, like Cream, had had that same forced period of rest to recover their creative zest they probably would have gone on to make further masterpieces.
94. Roy Harper – Flat Baroque & Berserk
Royās expertise had finally come to the attention of the powers that be. EMI had woken up to the fact that there was a burgeoning Underground scene in England and wanted to get in on the act. They wanted to sign up the best psychedelic and progressive bands and Roy was among the first to benefit. They created this new label ā āHarvestā and began to harvest the talent.
For the first time Roy was able to record his material in a sympathetic manner, with a produced and engineers who appreciated his songs and a studio, in Abbey Road previously used by the Beatles, which allowed him to give the material the production it deserved. It was a marriage made in heaven.
I was fortunate enough to get invited to the party and watch it all take shape. The control room was often packed with the elite of Rock Music with Jimmy Page, Keith Moon, Dave Gilmour and John Bonham popping in to see how things were going and add their contributions. They were heady days.
Roy usually had at least one epic to add to the mix and there were a couple of weighty pieces on this effort. The major song was āI hate the Whitemanā which was a vitriolic blast at European culture and the great edifice of a society that it had created. This was a song in the same vein as that other masterpiece āMcGoohanās Bluesā and Roy did not want to see it go the same way. He wanted to ensure it was properly recorded and he wanted it to be live so that all the passion would come across. He recorded it at Les Cousins as the centre-piece of the album.
This album was a real gem with a range of superb songs. The studio and production really did justice to them and superb compositions like āAnother dayā, āHow does it feelā, āEast of the Sunā, āTom Tiddlerās Groundā and āDaveyā all came to life.
Strangely, despite its excellence, it failed to become enormous. For all that it is a triumph.
95. Bob Dylan – Blonde on Blonde
This was the third of Bobās brilliant string of mid-sixties electric albums. It was a bit different to the two previous in that the song-writing had changed again, the production was different, and Bob had hit upon this new sound that permeated the whole album. It was really created around Al Kooperās organ and Robbie Robertsonās guitar. This was a double album of superb brilliance and there wasnāt a filler to be found anywhere. The scope was also enormous from the fun and exuberance of āRainy day women #12 and 35ā (a term for a doobie) and the epic slow and melancholy āSad Eyed Lady of the Lowlandsā.
This was Dylan motoring at his very best with poetry leaping from his tongue in one long cavorting stream. Nearly all these songs have gone on to become classics and there were so many of them – āStuck inside of mobile with the Memphis Blues againā, āVisions of Johannaā, āPledging my timeā, āOne of us must know, (sooner or later)ā, āTemporarily like Achillesā, āMost likely you go your way, Iāll go mineā, āAbsolutely sweet Marieā, ā4th time aroundā, āObviously 5 believersā and āJust like a womanā.
It had raised the bar again.
Sadly it was also the end of an era. Just as the whole sixties thing, that had been inspired by Bob, began to gain momentum and get underway its architect dropped out. It had all got too much and a motorbike accident allowed him the excuse to get out, clean himself up, get rid of his whole unwanted persona as āthe spokesperson for a generation,ā dump all the expectations, get over his strung-out nerves, and put things in perspective. He decided he didnāt want the shit.
What came after had some great moments but never reached the heights of his two purple patches in the sixties.
96. Beatles – Let it be
The Beatles were also suffering from careeritis. They had got sick of being with each other. There were personality clashes, jealousies over the inclusion of songs, managerial problems and financial concerns. It was all going pear-shaped. They were baling out and putting their solo careers into gear.
There was some dispute over whether this or Abbey Road was the last album by the fab four. It was all to do with recording dates and the shelving of the album āGet Backā. It matters little.
The album was brilliant despite the problems between the various members and their spouses. If this is what discord produces then there should be a lot more of it. The album was certainly a great way to go out. The shame of it is that they never got back together again. They were so much better together as we could see from the various solo careers. Both George and John started brilliantly and faded badly and Paul was all middle of the road. It was tragic that by the time they began to put their personal issues behind them we were robbed of any further reunion by a deranged madman who murdered John.
The highlight of the album for me was Johnās āAcross the universeā which is my favourite Beatle track. But it was packed with other delights such as āGet backā, āI Me Mineā, āOne after 909ā, āDig itā, āLet it beā, āDig a ponyā and āThe two of usā.
It was immaculate. Thanks guys.
97. Captain Beefheart – Spotlight Kid
The Spotlight Kid is another tour de force of Beefheart and one of my firm favourites. Don went on and on producing the greatest and most innovative Rock sound ever and using a number of different musicians in the process.
This album was a lot more blues based with slightly less discordant structures to the songs that a lot of people find more accessible. It still had all the Beefheart hallmarks though. His voice, lyrics and the sound of the band were all top-notch.
From the opening guitar riffs of āIām going to booglarize you babyā you get the feeling that this is something special. The second guitar comes in and then the bass. Beefheart growls into he mic and sends a shudder through you. First hearing and I was fully booglarized. āWhite Jamā started very differently with its absence of guitar and keyboard emphasis but the lyrics were still as good. We wonāt go into what this white jam might be. Weāre back to guitars on āBlabber ānā Smokeā. Weāve all been there. āWhen it blows its stacksā is back to that ominous riff and growling. I know I wouldnāt want to be around when that blows!
The album goes on and on in the same vein with track after track of outstanding sound. By the time Iād been down the line with āClick Clackā and got myself ready for a sub-aqua existence with āGrow finsā, my friend Paulās favourite, I was certainly ready to believe that there was certainly āNo Santa Claus on the Midnight trainā. We were on our own!
I soared off into the sky in my slightly dirge-like glider.
What a superb album and it wasnāt even one of his best!
98. Family – Family Entertainment
Family were one of those highly talented Progressive Rock groups who emerged on the British Undergound scene in the sixties. They were one of those bands who were better live than on record. Their live performances were scintillating.
Roger Chapmanās voice was extremely distinctive with its great warbling quality. The band were very Tight. Charlie Whitney played most instruments and Rick Grechās bass was excellent. He was later snaffled by Blind Faith and drunk himself to death in his forties.
This is my favourite album of theirs because it has the epic āWeaver of lifeā, classic āObservations from a hillā and great āHung up downā.
They should have gone on to greater things.
99. Beatles – Please Please Me
If you are looking for the album that made the biggest impact then this is it. You probably have to go back to Elvis Presley and his āRock ānā Rollā album in 1957 to get close.
The Beatles exploded upon the scene and sent napalm cascading over the planet. It was the rebirth of Rock Music. Just when the American Establishment began to relax thinking theyād removed the scourge of Rock ānā Roll the Beatles came and kicked everything into space. They released a swell like a burst damn. There was no way it was going to be put back in that bottle.
This album changed the world and paved the way for everything that came after. What poured through the hole theyād blasted transformed society, sparked off the sixties era of social reform and ushered in a whole new wave of liberalisation. All that from a set of songs on a chunk of waste material made from oil.
My friend Tony played me āI saw her standing thereā and I was completely blown away. As soon as you heard it you recognised the significance. This was new, different and modern. Not only that but it was also British!
They blew the past away. None of the Underground, psychedelia or Rock Music would have happened without them. This album was transformative. Weād all be wearing short back and sides without it.
Apart from the sound, and the appearance of the performers, the other incredible thing about this debut album was that seven of the fourteen tracks were written by the Beatles. That was unheard of. In general singers sung other peopleās songs. Elvis did write songs. Of course there were exceptions such as Buddy Holly but in general the song-writers of the Brill Building in Tin Pan Alley provided the material or it was stolen from black R&B. This was a departure that gave the Beatles a big boost and enhanced their chances of longevity. Not only that but it was instantly obvious that the quality of even their early material ā āI saw her standing thereā, āPlease please meā and āPS I love you,ā ā were every bit as good as the R&B classics that made up the rest of the album. Even their choice of the R&B material was unusual. It was not the usual songs that other Liverpool bands were covering. The Beatles had selected things like āChainsā, āAnna (go with him)ā, āBoysā, āA taste of honeyā and āTwist and Shoutā.
It blew the cobwebs out of the social machine!
100. Jimi Hendrix ā Are you Experienced?
Talking of brilliant earth-shattering debut albums then this was another. I can still remember hearing āHey Joeā for the first time on an old portable tinny, plastic radio and sitting bolt upright to concentrate. My ears had never heard a sound like it. Jimmy exploded on us ready-formed.
That first album blew my young innocent mind. In early 1967 I was seventeen and clearly not at all experienced. When āHey Joeā came out in 1966 my American pen-friend (we are talking archaic social media here) wrote to me telling me that she and her friends liked getting high on grass and listening to Jimi. I imagined them out in a meadow on top of a hill with a portable radio. It did not take too long for me to catch up though.
Everything Jimi produced was mind-blowing. He shifted the whole music scene into another gear and propelled us into Progressive, Heavy and Psychedelic all at the same time.
The first album may have been all short tracks overseen by Chas Chandler but they spoke in Martian. That was lucky because we were all yearning to speak Martian and lapped it up. From āFoxy Ladyā to āAre you experienced?ā it was non-stop aural explosive delight. Jimi wrenched new sounds out of the guitar, new chords, new feedback and weaved it round his songs to create something from outer space. We loved it.
There are no stand-out tracks because they were all stand-out ā āFireā, āLove or Confusion?ā āCan you see me?ā āManic depressionā āThird stone from the sunā ā it went on and on with one crazy new thing after another. The sound was so new, dynamic and loud. This debut was the start of something outrageously special. Thereāll never be another Jimi.