What a band...what
a poster...what a logo! Stanley Mouse really pulled one out when
he designed this lettering....so powerful and memorable, just
like the band. The horizontal streak on the left is in the printing
plate, or, most likely, on the blanket...so it's a built-in flaw
that's part of the image.
be the last time anyone on the west coast would see Cream, the
most incredible combination of rock musician's ever. Period.
when Cream first played the Fillmore in '67 (I don't have those
posters, I gave them to Ginger)...Jack and I went every night
for the two week engagement. We had never seen anything like what
was on stage: double and treble stacks of Marshall's for Eric
and Jack, and that amazing double bass drum Ludwig kit of Ginger's
with cymbals on top of cymbals. These guys were ready to kill,
and I couldn't wait to hear them live.
The San Francisco
bands were using little Fender Twins and the odd Kustom plastic-sparkle-upholstery-Tijuana-rolled-and-pleated
cushioned jobs on wheels (whoever came up with THAT idea????).
No one had
ever seen anything like it. This was the Big League...these guys
were The Pros, and they were going to give it to us.
walked out on stage from the left, dressed all in white: bell-bottom
shirt and tight bell-bottom trousers. He had masses of curly locks
tumbling down his neck. Styyyy-lish! He looked like a god. The
audience went wild with applause and screams and he faltered,
looked back towards Ginger and Jack who were just about to make
their appearance as if to say, "Wow! Can you believe THIS!?"
They were indescribable...and
blew everyone there away. Jack and I got guitars and drums the
very next day, and two weeks later I had my own band, named by
Susan, Jack's wife, "Too Much Too Soon."
We were a legend
(in my own mind).
poster has staple holes in the corners, otherwise perfect.