I've been waiting a long time for this one.
Don't you want to be on any road that features ol' Slowhand playing with more ease and energy than at anytime since his ripping solo on Dylan's Don't Think Twice nearly 15 years ago at Dylan's thirtieth anniversary concert? A dusty back road with Cale's ever steady, wizened, rolling rhythms?
I know I do.
The Road To Escondido isn't going to set the world on fire or cure its ills and it won't be mentioned in the same heights of year-end-best-of as Dylan or Springsteen's '06 offerings, but it's a wonderful ride all the same.
Sounding like several outtakes from Clapton's 70's work (Danger, Don't Cry Sister) Escondido lays back where it will and rocks wherever the hell it damn well pleases. From the sinuous Heads In Georgia; to the swinging, poppish shuffles Missing Person and When This War Is Over C & C are just two old boys playing the boogie woogie Dead End Road and the rolling Ride The River. (If you want to have some added fun, imagine Mark Knopfler swooping and dancing all around these two).
Even with his usual cast of all-stars, led by the bluesy churchiness of Billy Preston, and including drummer Steve Jordan, bassists Pino Paladino, Willie Weeks, and Nathan East; guitarists Albert Lee, Derek Trucks and yes, John Mayer; and Taj Mahal on harmonica, 'The Road To Escondido' is a true study in the lightness of being.
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