Jimi
A sorcerer
Changing a guitar into a bomb,
A machine gun,
A helicopter gunship,
A roaring machine of death
Or a vehicle of love.
Harnessing feedback
Through a tremolo arm,
With an elbow,
The back of a hand,
Teeth and soul.
Creating sounds
That had never been heard;
A tsunami of emotion
And wonder.
A magician
Towering over
The vibe
Of our alternative
Vision.
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.
great poetic tribute to jimi. love it! was just looking at the empty bags of “jimi hendrix roast coffee” including “purple haze dark blend,” and “voodoo chile roast.” coffee was okay, if memory serves, but not outstanding as one would expect from a “hendrix roast.” gonna mount and frame empty bags, they’re art. yup jimi showed a light, and a light still seen as a distant reflection.
Cheers Jeff. He certainly lasts the distance. Probably the biggest tragedy in Rock Music.
fully agree losing jimi so early was the deepest music tragedy. just imagine another 20 years developing his sound. I’m just glad jimi got away from Seattle and made his name.
Just imagine being able to go and see him play now!! I can’t help but wonder which direction he would have gone in.