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I don't know. I went into Clapton's biography with very limited expectations. The man never struck me as a person of stunning intellect, but he did mutate electric Blues into a widely accepted form of popular music, so his influence on popular culture cannot be denied.
I think he is a simple man. He is not a literary genius. He liked a certain type of American music, played it a certain way, decided to be a full-time musician, and played with blistering chops on the Mayall album. Wow. Then he drugged himself up as he pursued a life of debauchery and music.
Late in life he changed. He had an epic moment of clarity that proved to be the turning point in his life. That's the story here folks.
I think some readers may have some preconceived notion about Clapton, attributing positive traits to the man that are simply unwarranted. If so, the reader can't help but be let down. If you go in figuring the guy is a schlub who plays a mean guitar, then the reading experience may be a bit different. Maybe my low expectations contributed to my enjoyment of this autobiography. Too many autobiographies are just the opposite for me; the more deference to the author's intellectual stature, the greater chance that I may be disappointed by their memoir.
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