My husband and I saw Beware of Mr. Baker twice during the first weekend of its run. Like many young men in the Sixties, my husband considered the music of Cream/Blind Faith revelatory. This film brings up a lot of memories for Boomers, many of them not sweet. Everyone has friends who fell by the wayside from drug use or other madness. The film is well done--better interviews with friends/family than many docs--and captures well the poignant limbo in which recovering addicts live. They know they wasted the best part of their lives. I hope someone in Ginger Baker's English family gets some money from this--they've earned something from all they've been through with him!
There really is no excuse for his behaviors. A drug addict is a drug addict is a...... If anything, the ability becomes secondary to getting high, because you're addicted. As for that ability, I'd try comparing him to jazz drummers like Elvin Jones and Jeff Waits. He doesn't cut it.
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