While spending his time at home, 461 Ocean Boulevard, trying to cope with a vice-less life and probably experiencing some pretty heavy heroin withdraw, old Clappy pulls out what I'd consider his greatest solo effort, which is not very good. The album starts off strong, just good old music for music's sake, no over the top solos, but some great guitar noodling. The flipside gets even better, but halfway through Clapton drops the ball terribly hard with some countrified numbers that are so bad it ruins the integrity of the entire record. I'll have to agree with the dog on the famous "Clapton is God" picture -- taking a piss!
