a disturbingly accurate predictive (!) chart by the genius jonathan richman in boston’s vibrations magazine, september 1967


a disturbingly accurate predictive (!) chart by the genius jonathan richman in boston’s vibrations magazine, september 1967
#889: elizabeth cotten - washington blues & a jig (1969)
ms. cotten was jimi hendrix in a turtleneck, but a finer guitarist. and she would say, “i have a little jig i like to play. i don’t know how it came about. i play, then i ask people to name it. some said, ‘name it the birdcall.’ some said, ‘name it the waterfall,’ and somebody told me yesterday—a little something, i don’t know,” instead of lighting her instrument on fire.
#325: jimi hendrix - hey joe (1967)
you haven’t lived until you’ve seen a good jimi hendrix music video, and you haven’t seen a good jimi hendrix music video until you’ve seen him playing parts of hey joe at 1967’s monterey international pop music festival with his teeth. it’s not just that his performance is a miracle of modern orthodontics (by the way, if you look closely he was fucking chewing gum at the time), it’s that the music actually sounds spectacular, which is the difference between monterey’s toothy hey joe and fiery wild thing. lastly, his non-mouth playing was good, too.
the only thing better than listening to jimi hendrix play with his masterful maxillary central incisors is looking at the album covers for his late-60s german import singles.
album cover #17: jimi hendrix experience electric ladyland. whoa, man, far out.
#104: jimi hendrix - the wind cries mary (1967, stockholm)
he never played a false guitar note, but sometimes jimi hendrix sang silly things, like, “the traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow, and shine their emptiness down on my bed.” and sometimes he said downright lies, like when he mutters here, “you can hear happiness.” you can’t hear anything happy in the wind cries mary—it’s the sound of drifting downstream and drowning, drugged on opiates that no one’s heard of.
the fact that john meyer covered this song makes me want to cut my ears off. (actually, er, i used to have his version on my ipod).
either way, the fact that jimi hendrix wrote this song after a fight with his gilrfriend over her cooking—her name was kathy mary etchingham—makes me feel better. and the 33-second guitar solo, airy as oxygen, makes me want to sow my ears back on and gobble some rare hallucinogen that only grows out of molasses that’s been fermenting in a shoofly pie somewhere in the tropics.
#29: the dirty mac - yer blues (1968)
while the rolling stones were filming a bad tv concert movie called rock and roll circus, john lennon decided to call himself winston legthigh, and he started a one-day band with eric clapton on guitar, keith richards on bass, and jimi hendrix bandmate mitch mitchell on drums. (yoko ono was there too, stage left in a black sack).
“john, i want to talk to you about your new group, the dirty mac, which you’ve got together for tonight’s show,” mick jagger says in a creepy american accent. and then comes the best song introduction of all time: “yer blues, john. yer blues, john. yer blues, john.”
the first time i heard this song i went around singing, “sad and lonely! want to die!” until someone asked me to stop. really, this is the beatles’ most furious song—and maybe better than helter skelter.
and! there’s a four-camera version too. trippy.