Making good use of my vacation backdrop (Yosemite, substituting for the Everglades) and my middle name (Melissa, one of Duane’s favorites by his brother).
One of the easiest covers I could possibly do. I don’t know what took me so long, but here’s to bad bitch Patti Boyd, all the musical gentlemen of color from all the SEC states who provided the entire framework of Clapton’s style/mojo but weren’t cute or British so they never got rich* (LOLOLOL, music industry), Duane Allman’s beloved guitar frets 1 through 6 (WHEEDLY WHEEDLY WHEEE), Jim Gordon’s Legitimately Insane ass* for that beauuuutiful “Layla” piano coda, and the Jimmy Conway murderous wreckage scene in Goodfellas, of course.
* Not Clapton’s fault, and at least he got Broonzy and Muddy and them a lot of publicity.
** severely mentally ill. Killed his mom. Also killed it on drums, though, so it’s OK.