Earl, I couldn't agree with you more about Mr. Clapton. Once was the time when he left everyone but Hendrix in the dust--not only because of his skill, but his dedication. Now, he's lost his edge, his drive, his musical balls. He relies on formula, bland AM radio influences and keeps getting showered with awards simply because he's Eric Clapton. But when you think about it, the increase in televised music awards shows over the past several years is nothing but the rock status quo patting themselves on the back for taking what was once the art-form of rebellion and turning in into the creaking noise of washed-out, middle-of-the-road establishmentarinsim. Hope all will excuse my rant, but I'm pretty bored with those awards shows in themselves. A couple of years ago, Cathy Fink and Marcy Marxer, who have spent years recording music and videos, and giving performances for children, were up for a Grammy. Now these two ladies have been honored by almost every parents' organization going for their talent and their dedication. But guess who won the Grammy? Linda Rondstadt, that world famous singer of children's songs! I think it was just a case of cow-towing to the big record company and its big pop star! What a joke! And Elvis? For the first couple of years, he WAS the king of rock n' roll--the rest of his life he spent as an overfed, overpaid, over praised, overindulged Vegas lounge lizard! I'll go back to my padded room now. It's time for "Petticoat Junction" to come on.