For a long, long time, Eric Clapton wanted the things that other men, powerful men, had. Incredible cars and careers. The feeling was nothing new to Eric. As a kid, when his mother revealed that he had a half brother, he wanted his toys. They seemed more expensive and better. And the same sort of feelings extended to women. In the summer of 1970, Eric found himself without a band and without a girlfriend, at least without one he was in love with. Playing and getting high and writing songs were about all he did. With the guys that would become known as the Dominos, and with George Harrison, Eric would find himself at his house, flirting with George’s wife. And flirting turned into a phone call during which Clapton spilled the beans, telling her she was the one he wanted. She told him it wasn’t possible, she was married to George. In the same breath, invited him over to talk. It might have been his excitement and it might have been the red wine, but either way, when Clapton left, he crashed his Ferrari into the fence, flipped it over and somehow walked away without a scratch. He also walked away wanting what wasn’t his even more.
– Jeff Woods, “Legends of Classic Rock” Q107 Toronto