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Whatever Gets You Through The Night

In the end, Eric Clapton's summer wasn't so hot. He played holiday camps where the heat rose off the bingo cards with the stench of stale greed and afterwards he fell asleep listening to his own album. He had drunk too much and slept uneasily. Bad dreams.

December 1, 1976
Simon Frith

LETTER FROM BRITAIN

Whatever Gets You Through The Night

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