. . . the notorious guitar-slinger, Christopher Cross!
What, ol' CC doesn't spring immediately to mind when you're listing your fave shredders? You say he's no carbon copy of Stevie Ray (or Steve Marriott, for that matter)?
Obviously, I agree, or I wouldn't have posted that misleading quote.
Turns out, though, on the evidence of the DVD I'm going to write about Real Soon Now, Cece is a pretty credible axe-man!
No, there was no point to this, other than gratuitous bashing of the reptilian Mr. Cross.
Oh, and to give me the opportunity to lull myself to sleep singing one of my favorites of his:
"If you get sauced between the moon and New York City . . ."
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