He had already met Lory, his son's mother.

Damn good guitarist. Loved him playing in the art rock group Cream.

He’s Flirting? Actually not ! He is trying to play the game with a flirting interviewer ...there is no journalism here

Paula was a natural flirt. He has gd eye contact.

not very smart with wife in next room

That’s a word. I can think of a few. Is rubbing your elbow, your nose considered flirting or does she need a fix.

I didnt know the word lmfao existed years ago :(

I saw Eric and this band the next night. Amazing how they picked up the pieces and played

aeroalkate Most people didnt get Paula at all. Shame, as she was a very witty, sassy, sexy lady

Very witty woman... Love her inimitable style... Can interview any guy about anything... Even toy trains some big boys like playing with...

no, I won’t get over it. the interview was a waste of time! Better to just to call him up and ask for a date. odd didnt see this type of garbage with Joan Baez ...it wasn’t DONE except by women who thought they might get to sleep with a famous man!

They had already separated.

Died a heroin addict.

Clapton is such a boss.

He did, I read it lol

cyndi P well at this time she was married to Bob Geldof and they had kids together so I don't know how Bob felt about her flirting with Eric like that he probably was pissed

Michael Hutchence didn't marry her. In 1986 she was either already married to or about to marry Bob Geldof after being together for 10 years already.

Thx I was looking for that comment 😅😁

No. Paula was like this with everyone it was her style extremely flirtatious. She did have some affairs such as rupert e verett jon bon jovi.but she.was like this with all interviews

Well, actually many of the best of the 60's, 70's and early 80's pop, rock, jazz etc musicians were often also accomplished classical musicians, including some of the heavy rock artists. They could read music notation, TAB, as well as improvise and pick up stuff just hearing it a couple of times. The guitarists knew all their scales and also the musical modal scales etc that a lot of rock and folk music uses eg the Pentatonic scale often used in rock or the Dorian modal scale common in jazz or the blues scale, obviously used in blues. They knew what they were doing and practised hard, though they looked so wild, carefree, dissipated, like it all just happened narturally. That is just an image certain types of musicians are expected to have, by their audiences. Just as classical stars need to look straight and conservative or Vhristian singers need to look squeaky clean if "saved" or pretty battered etc if still in a state of needing salvation or the 70's girlie groups like Diana Ross and the Supremes had to look all girlie perfect, feminine, clean, tinsly and sparkly, cute etc. Or blues singers had to look like they just escaped from jail or got put through the wringer backwards...Image plays a big part in music performance, especially for singers or showy lead guitarists or similar showy instrumentalists who often get into a musical dialogue on stage with the lead singer. If you don't look the part and have no personality, it just doesn't excite or turn on the audience emotionally and it'd plain boring. Might as well ho listen to some karaoke singer. It might sound OK. Bit it will ne boring, even if they have a nice voice. They lack showmanship, a certain stage persona quality... Hard to define. But you see it with these stars Paula interviews and she is also one herself, in her own way, though not a musical one. They don't have to be loud and showy or even warm and gushy to be appealing. Look at the cool, spacey, distant, aloof David Bowie and his weird quixotic demeanour... Loud on stage, but very cool and private and reserved in real life... Nut, one thing they all have in common is they have a unique own persona they project and they are never types who get up and imitate other stars. Though, in younger days they might have been influenced by some star of their childhood they loved. It is interesting the types of older stars the more recent o es loved to listento. They are often ones you would never expect them to like. And many modern musicians also got heavily into other weird exotic music, very old folksy, toots stuff and even opera and classical music. Heavy metal artists often het into big, grand, epic type classical music eg Wagner or certain operatic stuff on grand themes, though not the grivolous romantic type stuff, more the stuff about wars, battles, civilisations and empires crumbling and the usual sorts of epic themes that define this genre. Rather that light romantic stuff, like Mozart etc.

I think most of the musicians from the old days like way before internet, they learnt by ears

He was called God in England from 1966. I think he was fairly well known by 1986.

@@tomvaudrey6068 That would be all well and good but I wasn’t referring to Clapton...I was referring to Robert Cray.

Nah... She has what is classified as the neat petite hourglass figure. There is the neat petite hourglass type and the more statuesque larger boned, taller more rotund hourglass female body type, the most feminine and sexually appealing of them all to males who are not even aware of it, because the appeal is caused by nature at work. It indicates to the masculine brain hell bent on reproduction, that this female is the best mate for the job ie reproduction, forget careers in the office and promotions etc feminists chase. This figure type signals to a male, on an onstinctual, subconscious level he is typically oblivious of, that she will be his best choice of mate to reproduce with. Got the big hips the hour glass woman has. Good for child bearing. Got the tiny waist. Very feminine, not too costly to feed ie hunting for family food he must do to keep his family. Got the naturally big boobs most hourglass types wish they could lose. Great for ensuring his babies are fed and survive. It's jist part of nature and natural selection ie survival of the special, selection of the fittest. Grossly unfair to other women, with different body type, but not much we can do about it. Just accept it. So, no, they would be real boobs, not fake silicon jobs. Back in that era, some flat chested girls, like my friends, used to wear "falsies" to dances, to tty to attract males. We spent many afternnons trying to make fake boobs, out of all sorts of weird thingsand fill them with even weirder things eg dried beans. One Saturday night, at a local bush disco, a girl poked another on the chest in a friendly way, to let her know that a heart throb boy she was hoping to get it on with was heading her way. She tried to act very cool and confident, checking her bra was mot showing etc. Then suddenly something snapped, just as je was about yo take her hand to dance. The dry beans we had used to create her fake boobs to give her a better chance with the local male sexual talent spilled all over the dance floor. Everybody burst out laughing and stopped dancing, loud rock band stopped playing... They were all staring at her partner who yelled "What the fuck!??" And tried to disappear in embarrassment, but an older big burley Security type grabbed him by the scruff, told him he needed to treat ladies with proper respect and any more swearing and he was out! Horizontally. Then one of the girl's dad came to take his daughter home and saw the dry seed beans we had taken from his seed storage for future crops to make her fake breasts. He was fuming! "Do you kids realise how many future beans you have just thrown away? Just one bean on the floor here would produce a plant, which could produce 60 more beans. Multiply that by all those beans on the floor and you've wasted hunr3ds, maybe thousands of future beans. Pick them up and go back to the farm, go do some wok! " He grabbed jis daughter who tried to blow a boy a secret kiss when the old dad wasn't looking. And he stormed off into the dark night. After he left, the boys started mucking around tossing dry beans at the girls, ridiculing the one who had lost them from her fake boobs, who was trying not to cry.. One of the more developed "alpha boys" who was leader of the pack on account of starting to get facial hair and boastin he had sex with cows, sheep, chooks, girls and knew it all said "The science teacher said that just one bit of male semen can produce even more than just those crappy beans... And that can be proved... I can prove it... Hey, you, with the bean boobs, come with me and forget them beans... I have better one..." We girls knew this guy was bad to the bone because all the older girls had tried him out and given the rest reports on his performance. So we grabbed the sad boobless girl and got her home safely, crying all the way at her humiliating ordea with the bean boobs. But, eventually, we convinced her it was unintended, no nasty practical joke,but still hilarious allthe same and she was finally able to laugh and stop worrying about having no boobs. I picked up as many as I could, took them home, planted them and got a thrill watching how many new beans just one seed could produce. Like a kind of money tree... The beans could be multiplied many fold to produce more and more money, unlike the seeds that alpha boy claimed he had that could produce heaps babies that couldn'tbe sold nowadays, to make money, since the history books said slavery was tried in Australia during the White Australia days , but it was more trouble than these slaves were worth. So the human manufacturing form of farming struck me as being a liability because it cost more to grow humans than it did to grow beans. But, at least one could always sell the beans production at the Melbourne wholesale markets and get something. Unlike humans. So, when "alpha boy" set his male sights on me, keen to go with me, which was supposed to be an honour, since all the big grown up girls had all tried him ...Well, I just told him the truth, as an honest girl, who was taught women should never lie to males or use their sexual appeal to lead them on and start fights. I simply said "I prefer those bean seeds to yours... ". He just said "Please yourself" and tried his luck with a local sexy girl with natural big boobs and no need for help from the likes of us, to help her get bigger fake breasts and get a mate. Within a few months, her already large boobs had swollen into massive balloons, only slightly smaller than her growing big baby bulge. I was glad it was her, not me... We didn't make any more "falsies" using the dry beans technique. I came up with a better idea. The inner foil lid off the Sunshine powdered milk tins, with a segment cut out, then joined to form a cone. By now, some girls were demonstrating a skill for needlwork and such "corsetry". So I sold my idea to some girls who produced these tin foil false breasts, who, in turn, sold them to girls in need of fake breasts to get the must have latest fashion accessory ie a hottie boyfriend flopping all over you in adoration of your superior femininity..Kind of a bit of a female status thing...It was quite a good little money earner. Until a shopkeeper discovered that his stocks of powdered milk tins had no inner aluminium foil lining under the main tin lid and made a fool of himself complaining to his supplier about this, who argued the stock had been subject to strict quality control, blah, blah. I had wondered how the girl who made and sold these tin falsies could have possibly got hold of so many inner aluminium foil lids from such milk tins, to make all these falsies to sell to other boobless girls . I then twigged. Why, she simply used her part time job at that shop to access the boss's stock of powdered milk, to discretly rip out the inner tin foil lid, then replace the outer lid, so they looked untouched . Who's to know? What's it matter? Nobody was cheated. Same quantity of powdered milk. People discard this inner foil lid part, anyway. And girls needed boobs and she wanted money. Kill several birds with one stone... But, alas, this plan came unstuck, too. With great embarrassment, this time for my best friend sporting a set of my new style "Wonder Boobs" I had made for her, so that she, too could have good boobs like me, no need for envy and jealousy between best friends. We set out to a dance, to try tobe where this hottie boy she wanted was likely to show up. He did and responded as she hoped. He came up, poked her gently on her chest, to greet her, very friendly like, grinning a handsome broad grin, which quickly turned to a look of shock and confusion , as he suddenly pulled his hand away, as if it had been cut or something.There were a few drops of blood from the tin foil fake boobs that had cut his finger. But what shocked him even more was the dent his finger poke had left in her fake tin foil boob. It looked pathetically comical, under these skinny tight sleeveless polo neck knitted tops we wore with our miniskirts and high boots back then, to look sexy. "My boobs, my boobs..."she cried, as the guy looked at them in disbelief. "Shhh, you dumb bitch! Don't give away all your feminine secrets so soon, so easy..". I don't know what the boys were thinking. I didn't stick around to see the rest of this sorry scene. It wasn't my fault. All I did was provide an idea to help girls less endowed than me. The bountiful ones had a responsibility to help the less fortunate ones.Not my fault that the foil was too soft and dented easily. The next batch of fake boobs would need to be made of more solid, harder metal. And that meant they would have to have a higher price charged to girls who wanted a set of tough, hard, indestuctible boobs.