I just finished reading Wonderful Tonight, the autobiography of Pattie Boyd. It's been out for a few years, but sometimes I lag a bit behind on these things. I never listened to Rush's 2112 until 2008.
|In a recent post I unfavorably compared ABBA to Rush.|
I sort of feel compelled to apologize for that right now.
Anyway, if you don't know, Pattie Boyd is a former model who was married to both George Harrison and Eric Clapton. Not at the same time, silly. In fact, it's the most famous love triangle of the 1960s. Clapton became obsessed with Pattie Boyd while she was married to his good friend and frequent collaborator Harrison. In order to subtly convey to her the depth of his feelings, he recorded Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs with Derek and the Dominos.
Let me repeat: Eric Clapton made a landmark double album of some of the most brilliant, tortured, achingly beautiful love songs ever recorded because he was secretly in love with his best friend's wife.
|Happens all the time, right?|
|Admittedly, Pattie has cause to gloat on that score.|
|I have much to learn.|
What's the amazing thing?
Her story is so exactly like my life it's uncanny. Reading Pattie's autobiography was like reading my own diary.
|Exhibit A: My wedding portrait.|
It's probably too late for me to start having Pattie Boyd's life, isn't it?
So...I officially believe in reincarnation. I'm depending on it.