Don’t ask me how I stumbled on the New York Times piece on Ginger Baker, which led me to this clip from Beware of Mr Baker. You have to beware of him, all right. This clip shows the documentary maker Jay Baker bleeding from the nose. Baker hit him with a metal cane because he was “upset about the direction of Mr Bulger’s project,” writes A.O. Scott in the New York Times. “I don’t want those people in the film,” Baker shouted – “those people” who are nevertheless shown in the film saying what a good drummer he was. Yes, that’s Johnny Rotten.
“The film makes a persuasive argument that Mr. Baker was the greatest of all rock drummers,” writes Scott.
“Anticipated objections from the partisans of Keith Moon and John Bonham are brusquely answered: “No, no, no, no, no,” says Mr. Clapton, who survived two supergroups (Cream and Blind Faith) in Mr. Baker’s company.
“For his part, Mr. Baker asserts: “If they were alive, ask them. They’d tell you I was better.”
So here they are – Ginger Baker, Keith Moon and John Bonham – in their glory days. Watch ‘em.
Cream playing Sunshine of Your Love.
Who Are You by The Who.
Led Zeppelin playing Moby Dick.