How many of us listen to music, read poems, watch movies, etc... and see ourselves reflected in those stories and adventures in which are narrated in them? In many concerts people have told me what a song of mine has made them feel or personal experiences to relive again with my music.
The other day, listening to some vinyl that I have around, I went back to enjoy one of the iconic songs in rock history, Layla, Eric Clapton. The story of a man who falls in love with a woman who loves him in her heart but can not reciprocate. I remember when I discovered this song that I always thought that I would be dedicated to any friendly Layla of Eric, but at the end I discovered that he talked about Pattie Boyd, George Harrison´s wife at the moment, the ex-guitarist of the Beatles. Eric, one of the greatest guitarists of all time, felt a great attraction to the wife of whom was also his friend George. The Londoner was not oblivious to the stares and attention of the guitarist and between them they started to reach a special type of complicity. In Pattie's own words, Clapton was not easy to express his feelings if it was not by stanzas or verses, and in one of those occasions when they were meeting, the musician presented this song, which is a kind of rhythmic declaration love for her. After a difficult period of encounters and disagreements, they separate taking different roads and that's when Eric takes refuge in drugs and alcohol. But this story has a happy ending, because Clapton eventually managed to conquer Pattie´s heart and married in 1979, fulfilling a dream long cherished by the nickname of God. I 'm a big fan of Eric Clapton, his way of caressing the notes, to become one with his guitar. But how much suffering there is to experiment to unite in marriage the talent and the desire of oneself? What strange reason lies in that people empathize more with a theme that expresses the intimacy of its author? I hope to explain in my next album.
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