I REMEMBER, when a teenager living in London, going with schoolfriends to a Starlite ballroom gig. I was off to watch the recently formed super-group the Cream. The lead guitarist, recent ex-member (and god) of John Mayall’s Bluesbreakers was Eric Clapton. The Cream ended their first set with a number which was rapidly climbing the charts: ‘Strange Brew’. Clapton made his guitar cry and soar with a series of string-bending notes, punctuated leaps and peaks. Suddenly, someone in the audience yelled out: ‘Albert King]’ A huge grin spread across Clapton’s face, and for a moment he had to turn away. Someone in the audience had struck a chord. Continue