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“I couldn’t be happier.”
I blew my chance. It only occurred to me today, two weeks after Jack Bruce’s death at age 71 from liver disease, that I should have thought to thank him for his part in my becoming a bass player. The first song I learned, copying him note for note, was “Sunshine of Your Love.” Playing it was such a thrill that I didn’t want to stop. For the next 12 years the only thing I did more than play music was sleep – and some of those years there was more music than sleep.
“I’m just a working musician who’s struggling to play polo.”
If you’ve seen the documentary “Beware of Mr. Baker,” you know interviewing Ginger Baker can be a dicey proposition, maybe even injurious to your health.
When I met with Baker in Boston in 1994, he lived up to his cantankerous reputation, but he did not assault my person – not even verbally, aside from a few growls (Mick Jagger did not get off so easily).