The Mirror Has Two Faces

On repeat.Over and over and over again for the last two days.Two songs.A strange selection,yet all the more poignant for that strangeness.The soft strains of one blend in subtly with the insistent guitar lines of the other.To my mind rock is a powerful vehicle for every emotion.And the electric guitar and distortion have a way of expressing pain in a way nothing else can.Clapton and Allman's riffs and solos carry an unmistakable sense of confidence and power and competence that makes the futility and emptiness all the more compelling in its sadness.A paean that whisks you back to the time when it carried in it everything that you could not put in words.Or were afraid to,for the fear that doing so would tear you apart.And then months later,you come across the twin that apparently has nothing in common with it,yet carries the same soul,just expressing it differently.

Sometimes you come across a mirror where you least expect to.Where you expect a face,for example...

Eric Clapton and George Harrison were best friends.I have not come across anything that indicates that Clapton and Benson knew or worked with each other...