Megszületett Ginger Baker, az egykori Cream világhírű dobosa.
74 éve
Született, Zene
1939. 08. 19.
Ginger Baker (London, 1939. augusztus 19. –) legendás angol rockdobos, aki a Graham Bond Organisationban szerzett hírnevet, de a Cream együttesben vált világhírűvé.
A Cream előtt tagja volt a Blues Incorporatednek , a Graham Bond Quartetnek és a már említett Graham Bond Organisationnak.

A Cream feloszlása után részt vett több projektben is: a Robert Stigwood menedzser által 1969-ben létrehozott Blind Faith-ben és a saját maga által alapított két zenekarban, a Baker's Air Force-ban (1970) valamint a Baker-Gurvitz Army-ban (1975), de tagja volt a The Jeff Beck Groupnak és játszott az Atomic Roosterben is.

Játékában a kemény rock mellett a jazz is nagy szerepet kap. Baker olyan dobos legendákra volt hatással, mint például Keith Moon a The Who-ból vagy a néhai Led Zeppelin ütőse, John Bonham.

Cream White Room
Songwriters: POOLE, KAREN ANN / MCERLAINE, MICHELLE LENA / MARTIN, TERENCE JAMES
[Wheels of Fire - In the Studio:]
In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.
I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
And I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
As I walked in such a bad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own needs just beginning.
And I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgovern.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
And I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.