Review of Beware of Mr. Baker (2012) by Sully S — 10 Feb 2014

Though Cream was sort of cited as the grandfather or forefather for heavy metal (hey there's Lars from Metallica in the doc), Baker comes off more like a craggly jazz-man-cum-punk-rocker, who didnt give a fuck and even gives the director of his documentary a piece of his mind with his cane! Kind of a prime example of a man who you know you wouldn't want to spend more than two minutes with - hard to feel sorry for a man who wasted all his money, and Cream reunion money no less (I couldn't afford those tickets man!) on fucking horses and polo - yet he really is just one of the drummers that changed the game for everyone. Also fascinating to find out a musician from the 60's really could have just torpedoed all of his good luck from the era in two decades afterward. A good documentary on what the Brits could call a 'right old nasty bastard.'.

"Then I think about the love that you laid on my table.".