It’s not a secret that Eric Clapton is my favourite guitarist, and I was fortunate enough to see the concert of a lifetime during his brief farewell stint at the Royal Albert Hall this past May.
I’ve seen him five times now, and each show was wonderful, but this one was special: a) because of the venue; b) because it was the last. The bittersweet feeling that “this was it” dampened my enjoyment of a terrific performance, but I still came out of the hall breathless and exhilarated.
Clapton is the man. You could endlessly debate who has more skill, who had the best solo, the best riff, the biggest wow factor, but Clapton’s body of work stands apart. He’s given so much; it would be selfish to begrudge him his retirement.
Thanks, Eric. You had the key to the highway.