Dreams

Early last month, I noted the possibility that the heavens might align and our dreams of Roger Water burying the hatchet and reuniting with Pink Floyd might stand a chance.

Well, some dreams do come true.

Back then Clapton was declared a "guitar God", Ginger Baker was the epitome of the wild-eyed rock drummer and Jack Bruce was the pioneer of a raw, biting tone for the electric bass. Over two years they sold more than 35 million records, producing a new form of "heavy" music that fused hard rock, blues and jazz. But they were unable to survive their ego-powered celebrity.

Today, they are finalizing plans for a series of reunion concerts at the Royal Albert Hall in May. Orbitz has round trip airfares to Heathrow available for only $581.

Strange Brew
Eric Clapton, Gail Collins and Felix Pappalardi


Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.

She's a witch of trouble in electric blue,
In her own mad mind she's in love with you.
With you.
Now what you gonna do?
Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.

She's some kind of demon messing in the glue.
If you don't watch out it'll stick to you.
To you.
What kind of fool are you?
Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.

On a boat in the middle of a raging sea,
She would make a scene for it all to be
Ignored.
And wouldn't you be bored?
Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.

Strange brew, strange brew, strange brew, strange brew.
Strange brew -- kill what's inside of you.

Did I mention I used to live down the street from Royal Albert Hall, right behind Kennsington Market, and saw Clapton there in March of 1994. Stunning.

Absolutely stunning.

Now, we just need Roger and David to get over their tiff and all in the world will be good. Of course, if John McVie and Mick Fleetwood got their heads out of their asses and reformed the real Fleetwood Mac, Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac (and dropped the bad California light rock cheese) then all would be good with whipped cream and a cherry on top.