It takes a lot to hurt my heart, even forgetting how that felt.
But my heart is heavy today, after this unexpected generosity.
Someone who wishes to remain anonymous,
left these Jimi Hendrix products at a friends store for me to have.
I always felt the best for Jimi, my favorite music of his my favorite music.
I used to say there were two kinds of music, Jimi and everyone else.
That was as much about the depth and variety of stereo movements,
all the various sounds and studio recording techniques he used,
as it was about his fingers and how he played guitar left-handed.
That's because I'm a lefty too.
But after reading this very detailed book, written by the people he worked with,
and the people he played with, went out with and had for girlfriends,
I have a heavy heart, changing my facts and understandings,
of the kind of man he was and what he did with his life, and talents.
When Jimi passed away, a carload of us went to the "hippy cinema" in Hamilton,
to see this movie, and I haven't seen it since.
It's interesting now to see how Jimi used his equipment as his instrument onstage,
and playing with drums and bass, created such dynamics and sound variations.
That's still a lesson for me, even if he wasn't jazzy or classical with his fingers.
That would be hard to do, because he carried a huge volume, tones and sounds,
like the rhythm section of a big jazz band, with bass and added notes.
When I saw Jimi in 1969, I didn't own an electric guitar, and didn't know barre chords.
The letter from Jim Dunlop Manufacturing is there just to show my involvement with many Crybaby pedals.
I often wondered why, as a serious Jimi Hendrix fan, I never got into recording, not at all.
Now I have many more reasons to be happy I didn't.
And please, these are North American reasons, criminal at best.