What can I say about Hendrix? Died too young period. I played the Are You Experienced? lp grey, replaced it twice. He was one of the first pop stars that I fantasized about when I was jacking off (the first was Jim Morrison). He was one of the few stars that all my friends liked. I once knew all the words to Purple Haze. All alone in my little basement room in Cape Breton I cried the day he died.
In my collection I have as stand alone’s: Are You Experienced?, Axis: Bold as Love, Electric Lady Land, Ultimate Experience, BBC Sessions, Isle of Wight 1970, Feeling Good, Sunshine of Your Love. An mp3 collection that includes Axis Outtakes, Rainbow Bridge, Band of Gypsies & tucked away in another mp3 collection Cry of Love. Plus a ‘is it Hendrix or not’ set of jams with member of Traffic.
Wait there’s more: Hendrix at Woodstock. A dvd of his Monterey Pop break though. Not to mention Gil Evans’ jazz take on Hendrix. Plus biographies by Curtis Knight and one by Charles R. Cross. In a pic file I have a photo of the cast of his cock made by the Plaster Casters. A bough in San Francisco teeshirt of the Axis cover art & a lunch pail of the same.
I’m not going to name check every track or every lp. The Experience studio albums are still state of the art engineering. They are also state of the art psychedelic. Feeling Good, Sunshine of Your Love are weird odds & ends of live stuff that slipped under the radar of his label. Messy at times but fun. One track has a very drunk Jim Morrison bellowing away.
It’s his Experience studio work I enjoy the most. He seemed to lose direction without the band. The Woodstock release isn’t true to the event, though, as the percussionists & horns playing with him on stage, have been nearly erased from the mix that has been released. But it is still worth having. His sense of fashion still inspires my selection of shirts.
‘You want it? Don’t you? You want it bad? I can tell. I can see it in your eyes, in your flesh. The way sweat beads along your upper lip. You want it? Don’t you? You want it bad? I can tell.’
‘Are you talking to me?’
‘Yes. Of course who else would I be talking to.’
I glanced around the mall. It was thick with people scouring the stores for that ultimate bargain.
‘Anyone of them?’
‘Oh no. You heard. It had to be you. You want it? Don’t you? You want it bad. I can tell.’
‘Excuse me?’ Another woman stopped. ‘Are you talking to me?’
‘No. He’s talking to me.’
‘Perhaps I mean both of you.’
‘What’s he going on about?’ the second woman asked me.
‘I don’t know. I heard him babbling like this and stopped. I thought he was a pan handler.’
‘Ladies! I am not a pan handler.’ He stood an inch taller. ‘I am here as a warning, as an oracle to your future.’
‘Oh please. Give me a break.’ I started to leave.
‘No. Wait. You can’t go. You know you can’t go. You both know I’m right. You both want it? Don’t you? You want it bad. I can tell.’
Another shopper stopped. ‘What’s he selling.’
‘The future.’ I told her.
‘Been there, done that.’ She started to walk away.
‘You cannot have been there,’’ he railed at her. ‘No one has seen the future. No has done it.’
‘Look. I know what I’m talking about. In a moment I will be gone.’ she left.
‘I guess she didn’t want it that bad.’ I wanted to laugh. ‘So get on with it. What’s the spiel. What do we want?’
‘Yeah. Come on,’ the other woman added. ‘I haven’t got all day.’
‘You have a life time ladies. A life time. But you want it? Don’t you? You want it bad I can tell.’
‘We’ve heard that bit. Get on with it or we’ll be gone, too.’
‘No. You can never escape once it had sunk its insidious claws into you. Never escape.’
‘Look,’ The other woman stepped away. ‘I’m escaping now.’ She disappeared into the crowd.
‘What’s with you people these days? No depth. No real sense of value.’
‘You have to give people something of value. I’m sure you mean well. What ever it is you may think. But words aren’t enough.’
‘But don’t you feel it? Deep. In your bones. Feel that something, that need.’
‘The only need I’m beginning to feel is the need to take a …’ I stopped. I couldn’t tell him that. What was coming over me? Telling a stranger I had to go to the bathroom.
‘Ah. So I was right. You want it? Don’t you? You want it bad, I can tell. The ladies room is through the food court.’
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