Changing a guitar into a bomb,
A machine gun,
A helicopter gunship,
A roaring machine of death
Or a vehicle of love.
Through a tremolo arm,
With an elbow,
The back of a hand,
Teeth and soul.
That had never been heard;
A tsunami of emotion
Of our alternative
Opher – 16.8.2019
I was fortunate enough to catch a look at the film of the Woodstock festival recently. It took me back to the ideals of my youth. We were so naive – but brave, so optimistic and full of hope, so earnest and determined.
This is the new world we built.
We fought for freedoms, nature, equality and an end to racism, sexism and elitism with big dollops of love and fun.
It’s a battle that is still going on.
I watched Jimi play, all those years ago, at Woodstock – not long before his death. He brought reality and Vietnam into the fight. War is the result of all that greed and inequality. He conjured up great emotion.
We had the alternative vision and Jimi was our magician.
He worked his magic in our ears and minds and helped open our eyes to what was wrong in society.