I didn’t realise until I checked in on Facebook this morning, but Jimi Hendrix would have been 70 years old yesterday, the 27th November.
The first Hendrix song I ever heard was The Wind Cries Mary. I can’t remember how old I was but I do remember wondering why I hadn’t heard this guy sooner, so I can’t have been too young. What a shame to not have heard him earlier.
There are a million-and-one guitarists out there who can shred like you wouldn’t believe. They know their scales backwards and their fingers move like supersonic pistons. It’s only a small percentage of them that have the feel, though. It’s not just an ability to play the right notes in the right places, it’s that way of playing lyrically. Melodically. Making an instrument truly sing. It’s not a matter of speed or repetition, but a matter of feeling and tone. For these gifted individuals, their arms are just connections between their brain and their instrument.
Happy birthday, Jimi. I don’t know what you would have done if you had had an extra 10, 20 or 40 years, but I’m sure we would have all been better off for it.
At 10 minutes, you’ll see how The Wind Cries Mary was recorded. It took all of 20 minutes to lay that track down at the end of a session. Amazing.
If you’ve got a Jimi story, feel free…..