In the white room with black curtains near the station
[…] I’ll wait in this place where the sun never shines.
I remember listening to this song for the first time: it was a cover by a friend of mine’s band - I didn’t really know Cream at that time, but I immediately knew that was one of the greatest musical epiphany in my entire life - like, e.g., Paranoid Android, Black, or Tchaikovski Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 35.
Cream are the first supergroup in rock history and, as everything dealing with rock blues and Clapton, a legend.
They used this song as the opening for their whole farewell tour and, as for many songs written in 1967-68, the meaning of White Room is actually open: is it about Vietnam, Pete Brown’s flat (a beat poet who wrote the lyrics) or cocaine effects?
At some point, however, it gets hard not to identify the room and the writer’s consciousness and, in the colorless context of the words, Clapton’s guitar seems a rebel bringing anarchy and life, with one of his best solos. Lyrics and music are then fighting together and working together to build one of the most brilliant rock songs of all times.