I must put on that one album that I have, "... with Eric Clapton." It'll surely make me think of my mom, who died just last summer. She picked up that album and another one (kind of opposite sides of British music, with the other being that really popular at the time Adam and the Ants LP) from me when she made a visit to the UK with a friend, when I was a teenager. Though I never was quite a blues nut, I dug this album and dug Eric Clapton's on it, even if I never was a Clapton fan either, Cream and Blind Faith notwithstanding. His music on that album always struck me as being true to the feel of the real American blues, yet has it's own unique character to it...