My younger brother called me at my college up north and told me to get my butt moving as he had scored tickets to Cream's final American concert at the Providence Auditorium (a hockey arena, no acoustics) in fall of 1968. I hustled right down and met him at the regular parking spot near the National Guard Armory side street. Stage left, fifth row.
Great drummer, fantastic band. Rest those sticks now; another generational passage.
