The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

They Were Collaborators #496


The Jimi Hendrix Experience

6 comments :

Fred said...

Still my favorite guitarist of all time. Thanks for inspiring me and millions of others to pick up an axe, Jimi.

swac said...

Funny...just yesterday I was chatting with Tommy Chong, and I guess he had a casual friendship with Hendrix back when they were both doing the Seattle<->Vancouver thing in the early to mid 60s. Supposedly Hendrix joined his band (Bobby Taylor and the Vancouvers) on stage at a club in England, but he wanted to play bass, not guitar.

Vanwall said...

The best ever. I flashed back to my brother's room at that time - foil-covered windows keeping the sunlight out, black-light on with accompanying posters on the wall, a Hendrix album cranked up and shakin' the walls; geez, what a great time!

estiv said...

Leave aside Hendrix's musical legacy for a moment and consider the JHE solely as a cultural phenomenon. So there's an African-American and two Englishmen. What do white teenagers in the US want? What they see as the exotic.

Do Right Daddy said...

I met two of these three in 1968 at Atlanta's Town Theatre. Jimi invited me up to his hotel suite at the Ritz Carleton in Downtown ATL. I never made it to the room because I was spooked out by the security - only 16 at the time and not enough balls to do it. Oh well. I am here and...Jimi..well not...although i got to meet you my friend. And i love you. Only you and I know that. David.

Tom Sutpen said...

Why, thank you, sir. We (and the baby Jesus) love all our visitors equally and abjectly.