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And I would agree with you, to a point, fahdiz. He is loved in a way that makes me want to stop listening to his music altogether. The worship of him as some kind of superhuman, guitar slinging demigod sticks in the throat a little, as does the utterly horrible airbrushed artwork he seems to inspire in the talentless.
The things I like about Hendrix are the subtler things; his voice, for example, is a beautifully sensitive instrument in its own right; Beguiling and mysterious. And I must confess a fondness for his lyrics, Which, I know, can be a bit silly and mystic-sixties but have a strange, lovely vision all of their own.
Also as a producer he was superbly imaginitive. You get the feeling that he saw his tunes (certainly later ones) as sound paintings (which is a horrible phrase) but which, for me, puts him more on the same league as someone like Lee Perry or Sun Ra.
And, c'mon let's be honest here, "Voodoo Chile (slight return)" kicks ASS. |
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