Some of my earliest rock and roll thrills came from childhood listening to my mother’s Cream records and songs like “White Room”, “Tales of Brave Ulysses”, “Strange Brew” and “SWLABR” have long been part of the musical furnishings of my mind. Indeed so young was I when I first heard this music that I could not interpret the cover of Heavy Cream and, never having seen a guitar amplifier, imagined that the cartoon figures with guitars were performing inside telephone booths. Naturally it was with sadness that I learned of the death on Saturday of Jack Bruce. Here’s a nice picture of the heaviest band in the world, taken by Art Kane for Rolling Stone in 1967, with Bruce at right. Note that the cadaverous Ginger Baker, centre, is still going strong at 75.