The one and only album by Derek and the Dominos. The epitome of Derek’s multi-facetted musical character yet featuring him during one of his darkest times. None of his previous bands did seem to fulfill his creative inspiration until then.
If it were not for the Small Faces, I would have never written storytelling segments in my album. I have to give entire recognition to Ogdens’ Nut Gone Flake for the idea of a narrative parallel in Gizzy Limelight.
As you listen to modern music repeatedly in coffee shops, you start to develop this supernatural ability to discern music recorded on analog tape and music captured digitally. Maybe not as useful of an ability as flying or shooting fireballs but definitely rewarding when you discover a new artist via this technique.
I’ve spent a lot of time looking for the original pressing of this record. A rare gatefold that has been re-issued a number of times. Not even sure if the one I own is in fact an original but I finally got a hold of it in Japan. I’ll tell you, if you can’t find a rare vinyl you’re desperately searching for, fly to Japan. I can guarantee they have every single type of pressing you’ve ever imagined of.