I often say that it's no longer about who you know, but what you know. The fact is that "who" you know does matter, but my point is that in this digital age when you can reach out and communicate with just about anyone if you're diligent enough, that "what" you know matters more to "who" you know than "who" you know matters to your success, however you may define it.
At any rate, as a result of diligently writing thousands of posts and articles for TheStreet.com, I ended up friends with Mitch Rose, rock n roll agent to the stars at CAA. Mitch was in town for Eric Clapton's concerts with Steve Winwood at Madison Square Garden this week.
And did he ever hook me up last night. After a fascinating discussion on how the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame works with the president of the RnR HoF himself, Joel Peresman, and a challenging discussion on the impact that the Internet will have on all forms of content (video, audio and text) at McCormick & Schmidt's, we headed down the concert, entering through the back of MSG and taking an elevator straight to the amazing seats we had just feet from the stage.
And what a show. Eric was amazing. So effortless. You'd watch and sorta forget how amazing the technical and melodic sounds he's making are, and then at times you'd have this flash of, "Holy moly...that sequence just floated by, then ripped through, before it collapsed in my head."
The first half of the show was steady and fun...it was after they'd warmed up for an hour or so that the show really kicked it up a gear.
Clapton's acoustic version of Eric Johnson's "Ramblin' on My Mind" took the original and somehow modernized for the crowd despite being so true to the original.
I often wonder what Mozart would think of Eric Johnson's work. Or what Beethoven would think of the Beatles for that matter.
And Winwood's solo take on "Georgia" settled us down into a zen-like zone right before they kicked up the last part of the concert with Clapton and Hendrix originals.
Little Wing. Oh man, that was awesome.
One of the best concerts I've ever been to. A beautiful night, really. I'd be remiss not to add that even as I'm not a star-struck kinda-guy, and I wouldn't trade the night as it went for anything (you never want to look back, anyway, right?), my date and I did split off from Mitch and Brooks from SportsByBrooks.com once at the concert and they eventually headed backstage and hit the after parties afterward. Fact is, I know I'm gonna hear about sacrificing meeting Slowhand. But I gotta be me.