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

Annals of Public Performance #29

Jimi Hendrix
Jimi Hendrix at The Hollywood Bowl, 1968.

7 comments :

Tempest said...

I could have seen him perform for free at the Monterey Pop Festival in 1967.

I chose to go bike riding with my friends.


Honestly-back then I probably would not have been able to take it in. A square-but not a square.
9th grade , shy, acne, nerdy...

At 57 years and looking back-there are not to many things I regret. But I do wish I'd shown a more teenage recklessness and went to his performance.

Yeah Hendrix was that daring and I was that square. And the young people back then (sorry if I sound still square) were that edgy...

What the fvck happened?

mister muleboy said...

I never realized how big Hendrix must have been.

That STrat looks pretty damned small in his hands. . . .

His pirate shirts always made him look waif-like, I guess.

Well, except for competing with Forrest Tucker and Uncle Miltie, of course


Actually, I've never heard a description of his plaster.


this comment is all over the place. . . .

estiv said...

@mister muleboy: He wasn't that tall, but everyone who met him remarked on his unusually large hands. So it wasn't just his talent -- the size of his fingers allowed him to physically execute things that most guitarists could not. And according to Cynthia Plaster Caster, yes, all of his extremities were proportional.

Fred said...

Even after springing for a Strat, Cry Baby wha-wha, fuzz box and all the other gear he used, I still can't figure out how he got some of those crazy sounds.

DaDei said...

Rock is dead!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSUxVwk3ugU

swac said...

Hmmm...he wasn't opening for the Monkees at this show, by any chance?

swac said...

Oops, no, that was in 1967.