NOVEMBER 2007

What's your favorite part of Cream's "White Room"?

Could it be that grand, pompous introduction that seems to announce the entrance of something big, big, big? Maybe, the gods of rock?

Maybe it's when that plodding, dinosaur-stomp rhythm kicks in and the chords begin that everlasting descent, hit bottom with a thunk, and then come back up again for the first time of what will come to feel like dozens.

Or maybe it's the descending-a-stepladder vocals that so cleverly match that initial chord sequence.

But then there's that break, and maybe that's the one you like; the falsetto part -- an entire chorus of it.

Then again, maybe it's the lyrics. You remember them as kind of psychedelic jibber-jabber, something about some place "where the sun never shines" or whatever. But you'll google them when you get the chance -- might be more to that stuff than you realized all these years.

Maybe you like how the song feels like it's twenty minutes long.

You might like the part where all this seems to end because that cellulite-filled, pompous intro part bursts in again for an unknown reason...to herald more gods?...and it cycles through a second time, good god, and seems to slow...But, then the verse chords kick in again...

And this might be your favorite part since now it's time now for Eric Clapton's guitar solo! Wow, a safe piece of wah-wah pedaled pentatonic wankery.

Or, maybe you like what's next -- a fade-out, during which you realize that this tune never had any ideas.

 

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