Somehow this got on the most tiresome of tiresome things: Eric Clapton.
I get it.
“There but for the grace of God go I.”
I too could have been a Baby Boomer.
I too could have been brainwashed by the Baby Boomer Music Media Industrial Complex, that festering, fetid ideation and myth-making that brainwashed people into thinking Clapton was an exceptional guitar player.
He wasn’t. He was a bit above average, no better, no less.
Spare me your Jann Wenner regurgitations, i.e. “he brought the blues to the masses,” “he was a sincere, serious student of the blues” (a hilarious thing to say about learning a I-IV-V chord progression and peddling stock minor pentatonic licks - a person is a ‘student’ of such for a month after they begin learning to play guitar, and that’s all folks…it’s like saying a guy who still mans the fry station at McDonalds after 25 years is a ‘serious student of the fry station.’), or “Eddie Van Halen said, ‘(blank),’” or “(so-and-so) once said, ‘(blank),” or, for the love of Christ, spare me, “have you ever heard Riding With the King?” (sweet bastard…puke).
That’s cute and all that Rolling Stone told you he was #2 all-time (patently preposterous) after they deified him for 50 years prior, but he ain’t.
I’ve never been good at self-promotion.
If I had any sense, I would just photograph a spray painted message on a wall that said “TYLER MUNNS IS GOD.” Just get that puppy well-circulated, and I’d be in business.
Clearly people believe anything they read.
An observably bad, observably incompetent person with no credentials or qualifications of any kind, no credibly whatsoever when speaking on a particular matter, can go on TV and address the matter in question thusly:
“I’m the best, the smartest, I’m tremendous, I’m YuGe, no one knows more about (blank) than me, no one is better at (blank) than me…” and people just…believe the words.
I might have to stop by the hardware store tomorrow and pick up some spray paint…
