Ya, so Ginger Baker‘s golden years haven’t turned out to be how he thought they’d be.  Maybe he might have turned down the ego a bit and got out of the psychotropics long enough to stop from spending all of his money.  Nope.
The legendary Cream and Blind Faith drummer painted a grim picture of his current condition in a profile published in the January 2015 issue of Mojo, saying, “At 75 I should be sitting on a desert island in a deckchair, but I [still] have to work to keep going.”  Boo fucking hoo.  I hate when rich old fucks like this come back and cry a damn river about how they made millions doing what they love, but life sucks now that they’re an idiot with their money.  Try getting a real job you sad fuck.

Ginger-Baker-Blind-FaithThe piece finds Baker living in a rented flat in England rather than his large South African abode, and missing his most recent windfall, which arrived in the millions he earned for participating in Cream’s 2005 reunion shows. “I blew it all, taking advice from the wrong people,” he admitted. “I put a state-of-the-art polo field on my property [in South Africa]. It was beautiful, but all these people told me I’d get sponsorship and nothing happened. … I’m gullible. People become my friends, give me advice but it usually works to their benefit and my deficit. But I still have this optimism.”  Why would you put a polo pitch on your property if there is any inkling that there might be financial trouble ahead?
That optimism only goes so far, however. Taking a far more conciliatory stance than the one depicted in the ‘Beware of Mr. Baker’ documentary, which opens with Baker assaulting the director and generally living up to his pugnacious reputation, he mused, “God is punishing me for my past by keeping me alive with these incredibly painful situations. I’ve just had a disaster with one of my royalty payments. I go forward. I don’t look backward, but these things keep happening to me. There’s a curse on me, I think.”

25GINGER2-articleInlineCursed?  Seriously?  You played drums in two bands with Eric Clapton!  The first band couldn’t stay together because all of your heads never fit in one room for very long, and the second band because you’re all fucking idiots.  I’m sorry, but like many big name famous fucks who go out and spend all the money we music junkies give you, you will never get my sympathy.  Some of us still struggle to pay the rent shithead.