I started off my day with the usual early-morning writing and a joint, got the laptop started up and logged into Facebook. Rolling Stone was the first headline to catch my eye.
Jack Bruce is dead.
I was expecting Clapton to go first out of the Cream-trio, maybe. Judging by Old Sock his career died a couple of years before he will. At this point, Clapton was God, and the rest of us can only hope for a second coming of some sort.
But this? This was unexpected.
So, in saying goodbye to a legend, we rolled a huge one, cranked Cream full blast and blew the smoke to the sky. Here’s to you, Jack.
We can only assume that the Gods are planning one hell of a gig.
Alex J Coyne