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So the song continues to transcend all planes of reality for another verse and a double chorus, at which point Clap breaks into the guitar solo, and that’s when everything goes to hell.įrom the first notes, I can already feel myself making the “that’s stanky” face because he is twanging out some of the nastiest acoustic juice that’s ever been squeezed from a Martin guitar. It’s a great song with a killer groove, but it’s not a snap-along kind of tune, you present-day-Lumineer-loving dick. So now the whole room is into the song and I see a couple other guys doing the hillbilly stomp like me while other folks are doing a half-hearted clap-along and this one jackass is actually snapping his fingers with his eyes closed like he’s Quincy fucking Jones. It’s like, “Welcome to this killer party I’ve been enjoying by myself for that last 35 seconds, you fucking morons.” Most of the rubes in the room don’t figure out it’s a cover until the vocals come in, at which point everyone cheers like an idiot and I let out a huge scoff. My wife is looking at me like I just punched a kitten, but what she doesn’t get is that Clap is single-handedly strumming me through the astral plane and I have no choice but to get so fucking lost in this version of Layla that I totally lose track of how much time is left on our parking meter. This classic jam that used to push me to my absolute technical limits as an air guitarist now has a swinging swagger to it that’s got me stomping my foot like some porch front hillbilly. So eventually Clap says, “See if you can spot this one.” And he starts plucking this innocuous little ditty that has most people thinking, “Okay, there’s a groove here somewhere.”īut those of us in the know are like, “Holy shit, that’s fucking LAYLA!” My wife tried to give me a tissue but I was like, screw it, I want the whole world to see what this beautiful bastard is doing to me.
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When Clap sang “Tears in Heaven,” I cried so hard I popped a blood vessel. Bray Studios was fucking ELECTRIC that night.