There’s a story in Ray Coleman’s biography of Eric Clapton that goes something like this: One evening in the 1970s, when Clapton was on tour, and piss-drunk, he asked his chief roadie what city he was in. “Cleveland”, the roadie replied. Clapton went on stage, and dutifully shouted the standard clich
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