this song made me ridiculously and disproportionately happy this evening.
the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
i think i've found out why i don't enjoy clapton's style of soloing, especially live. it's got no sense of direction, as though it's rooted firmly to the same spot. little wing's solo is travelling, it's on the move... and it doesn't really matter where it's heading really.
in fact, get a little lost.
and celebrate the little victories, however little they may be.
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