Reminds me of the good old joke where an airplane falls in the jungle and the only survivors are an English, an American and a Japanese. After the initial shock the gather up and decide that each one of them has to provide certain things for everyone. The English will provide wood for a hut and for heating, the American will provide water and the Japanese the rest everyday supplies, necessary to live. They split up to gather the things and after 5 hours they return. But the Japanese is nowhere to be found. Worried that he might be lost or eaten by savage animals, they start searching. And after a couple of hours while passing in front of some bushes, the Japanese pops up and shouts:"Supplies, supplies!" (No offense to the amiable Japanese friends)
Anyway, despite the fact that I could never enjoy an EC album from 1980 onwards, he is a living legend and one of my first guitarists that I could identify with, with his Cream, D&D, Blind Faith and solo (70ies) releases.
