This thread hurts. I guess no-one read my Hendrix postings here, when I saw him in Toronto, quitting high school to get a steel factory job, buying a '64 Strat (in '69) and ordering a Marshall from England, with all the effects I could find. Later, I was a music columnist and reporter, so it's well edited and as concise as music lets me be. Yeah, it hurts.
I'll say it again. Hendrix was not about drugs. A Canadian judge agreed. He had an incredible amount of musical, studio and broadcast components onstage to duplicate album sounds, with roadies watching him, moving big home-made knobs for the double miked everything, so that the sound was stereo side to side, front to back, over your head, gently swirling around, or like a mild hurricane. You can only get the musical insinuations, trailings, the background chatter, the bass tones with chords and lead, by using your fingers and all six strings. Sure, the artificial fret boost and enhanced harmonics are electronic, making softer transitional sounds possible, what critics described as "Jimi having a conversation with himself" or "Jimi's guitar talking back to him", only 'cause no-one could flow with him, or erupt as magnificently. His example has inspired me to be a musician and even invent a patentable new semi-solid-body redefinition of Strats. Pictures as proof, with the love of Mr. Magle's domain making me reveal them here first as an international debut, are still in the gallery. A real Hendrix fan would be looking and commenting on the new and untried. I haven't had one response yet. Free for the world like my ancestors inventions. It hurts again.
Jimi was a well established and feared presence onstage as a chitlin beginner. You can only admire his resolve for maintaining his incredible musical ear while learning the business. The fact he went from "obscurity" to be an international pop star overnight only proves how prepared and methodical he was. Have you ever listened to Electric Ladyland on headphones in the dark? That's Jimi there for you. Please see my concert review in concert reviews.
You wanna get into it with someone who played, and sang, Hendrix, when Hendrix was alive? Someone who was able to grab the Star Spangled Banner in one afternoon, in 1970? Talking about him with everyone who ever saw or played or recorded or produced with him? Ask Sting, if you need a more intelligent reply.
And I don't care what anyone just says about Jimi, because we are hearing his hand-made phasing and flanging and echoing and shades of stereo mixing all around us as modern studio production values, now just digital samples. His sound lives on everywhere. If someone can post the Johnny Carson show Jimi was on, to hear the comments of Johnny and his Hollywood studio players, you might hear what interested Miles Davis.
I think Jimi would be getting into some tabla right now, after the joyful and exhuberant success of Slumdog Millionaire, and the American arrival of the influence of that happy culture, not all crack and coke and meth addled, pushing buttons to make beats and hammering rock drums. Why tabla? Because it would be a gift from musicians from India, coming to America, wanting to meet Jimi Hendrix. Belly Button Window could use a few tabla thrum slides. Ba-do-ba do-ba, ba-do-ba do-ba,
doimp-doimp!
Please, I am more than willing to be an earthly source of Hendix technique, not worship. Standardization is next to idolization. Cherishing is next to vanity. Hendrix worked up one universal musical sweat for all of us. He was The Axis: Bold as Love, and he knew it. His reputation is only going to grow as long as this wattage flows.
And I do say this as a descendant of Doctor James Watt, down from the Highlands, now living across overseaslowlands.
You let me get my plug in, I'll show you how to wire the wire.


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