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Any hardcore Hendrix fans in the house?

 
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Sweet, brother. I wish I could play half as good as you.
And yes, I am a hardcore Hendrix fan to the core.
I'm the kind of guy that pisses everyone off at parties when I'm drunk, requesting Hendrix all the time.
I've gotten better, though. Lol
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Sweet, brother. I wish I could play half as good as you.
And yes, I am a hardcore Hendrix fan to the core.
I'm the kind of guy that pisses everyone off at parties when I'm drunk, requesting Hendrix all the time.
I've gotten better, though. Lol
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hahaaa that is hilarious! cheers my friend! drinks
you practice guitar as well? best anti-stress ever heheheh although sometimes it makes me want to swear out loud rant
persistence is key, and very rewarding headbang
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How about some jazzy stuff? Enjoy cool2

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Some EC blues cool2
Although a somewhat simple song, quite the challenge to master.

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Still gotta trim out some edges on this one, but check this out bike


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Next in line I'm thinking of John Lee Hooker, or maybe T Bone Walker, both blues favorites of mine cool2
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I've played guitar for 35 years; Hendrix, Page {69 today}, Muddy, Rory Gallagher, Trower, I borrowed a lot from those dudes. But Hendrix, he's THE Man.
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Jimi Hendrix: A Brother’s Story by Leon Hendrix, copyright 2012

Chapter 1 ‘Rainier Vista Projects’

Page 17 |P6

We may have been poor and underprivileged, but Buster and I didn’t know it. We didn’t have access to boxes of toys to play with, or a television anymore to sit in front of all night, so we used what we had—our imaginations. My brother and I found whatever we could to keep ourselves entertained. One of our favorite things to do was to lie on our backs out in the yard and state up into the night sky. Buster often told stories about the constellations and how they each got their name. His mind was full of all kinds of ideas about the universe and space.
“Mars and Venus used to be lovers way back,” he told me. “And right now, we are spinning around in the universe on just one planet. Who knows how many of them are out there? I mean, way out there. There are faraway places and galaxies nobody even knows about.”
Looking up at the tiny, shining dots in the sky, I also wondered how many other civilizations could exist. There was no way of telling, but we were convinced they were out there somewhere. Even back then, lying on the grass, my brother was coming up with the early stages of topics he would write about later in life. Off the top of his head he spouted lines about ice ages, burning planets, and the creation of the universe. To this day, I have no idea where he came up with all of these theories and information. But when my brother told me a story, it seemed to be real. Even being that young, I could easily see something different about how Buster related to the world. I never saw my brother read a book, and his grades were never good in school, but he seemed to possess an inherent knowledge about everything. I always felt he knew something everyone else didn’t, so I never had any reason to feel in danger when we were together. I don’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t been there to take care of me and guide me through life early on in his own special way.
Aside from watching the science-fiction serial Flash Gordon, Buster also read some comic books when he could get his hands on them. Superheroes such as Superman and Batman were a few of his favorites, as well as other characters such as Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck. Above all, he was fascinated by outer space and far-off worlds.
“I wonder what it would be like to travel on a ship past all the other planets and stars. I bet space just goes on forever,” I remember him saying. “There’s no way that earth is the only planet with people on it.”
That way of thinking freaked out all the parents in our neighborhood, but that was the kind of mind he had. And it was passed on to me as well. People thought both of us were crazy. After being exposed to the Flash Gordon serials, my brother and I thought we were going to regularly start seeing spaceships in our everyday lives. I can’t say I was all that surprised when we were out in a field one afternoon and he suddenly pointed up to the sky, where a giant disk was hovering off in the distance.
“Look at that,” he said softly. “Do you see it?”
“Wow!” I shouted, pointing up at the object in the sky.
“Be quite. Don’t make any noise.”
Remaining completely still, I stared at the hovering ship. Lights started pulsating around its edges.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out.”
As soon as my brother took his first careful step toward it, the disk shot up into the atmosphere and disappeared. I searched the sky trying to locate it again.
“Where did it go?” I asked.
Buster continued to scan the sky, but there was no sign of whatever we had just seen.
“Don’t worry,” he said, turning toward me. “I’m sure they’ll be back.”

---------------------------------------

~ Jimi Hendrix: Starchild By Curtis Knight

On several occasions during his career, UFOs "just happened" to show up while Jimi was giving a concert. During the last days of his life, he performed on the rim of an extinct volcano in Maui.
Jimi played three 45-minute sets, says Henderson in his best-seller. After each set, he retired to a special sacred Hopi Indian tent. Later, witnesses in Maui testified that they heard musical tones emanating from rocks and stones. UFOs were also sighted over the volcano by people who called in to a local radio show. A cameraman on the set said that he fell from his perch after seeing a UFO through his lens.
In the film Rainbow Bridge, Hendrix rattles on for several minutes about astral projection and the philosophy of the Space Brothers. He also tried to master the art of psychic healing, through color and sound.
Fellow musician and songwriter, Curtis Knight, knew all about the episode involving the UFO in Maui.
"It was an odd-looking craft that glittered in the bright sunlight. Jimi felt certain the UFO had come down to put its spiritual stamp of approval on the show. He told me that he'd been emotionally and physically recharged by the experience."
During the course of our conversation, Curtis also revealed the fascinating details of the time a UFO landed in front of them and actually saved their lives.
The event took place on a cold winter’s night near Woodstock, NY in 1965. According to Curtis, if it hadn't been for the occupants of this metallic stranger, Jimi and his fellow musicians might have frozen to death.
"It was four o'clock in the morning, and we were trying to make it back to Manhattan -- a drive of more than 100 miles -- through the worst blizzard I can recall. The wind was whipping the snow around our van so fiercely that we missed the turn-off leading to the state highway that would put us in the direction of home. The next thing I remember is getting stuck in a drift that reached the hood of our vehicle. Soon it got so cold. The windows were rolled up tight, and we had the heater on full blast to protect us from the rawness of the elements. I had my doubts about seeing the light of day. We could have turned to human icicles very easily. That's how bitter it was!"
Curtis says the road in front of them suddenly lit up, as a bright phosphorescent object, "cone-shaped, like a space capsule" landed in the snow about 100 feet up ahead. It stood on tripod landing gear, and for all purposes gave the appearance of being something right out of science fiction.
"At first we thought it was an apparition caused by the cold and our confused state of mind. I mean, we just couldn’t believe our eyes."
Prodding Jimi with his elbow, Curtis asked if his imagination was playing tricks on him or whether the rock star saw it too.
"Jimi didn't answer, but sort of smiled. He seemed to be staring out into the night, his eyes riveted on this thing resting within a stone's throw."
Curtis was overcome with fright. Before he could make a move of any kind, a door opened on the side of the craft and an entity came forth. He stood eight foot tall, his skin was yellowish, and instead of eyes, the creature had slits. His forehead came to a point, and his head ran straight into his chest, leaving the impression that he had no neck.
The being proceeded to float to the ground and glided toward the trapped occupants of the van. It was then that Curtis noticed the snow was melting in the wake of the creature. His body generated tremendous heat, so much so that as it came across a small rise, the snow disappeared around in all directions. In a matter of what seemed like seconds, the being came over to the right-hand side of the van where Jimi was seated and looked right through the window. Jimi seemed to be communicating telepathically with it.
Curtis relates that immediately the interior of their vehicle began to heat up.
"Suddenly, I was roasting! One moment it had been bitter cold, and the next moment we might as well have been in Haiti."
The heat coming from the being evaporated the snow enough to free their imprisoned van.
As it glided behind our van, I saw the drift had completely vanished. Turning on the ignition key, I gunned the motor and got out of there. As I looked back through the rear view window, I could see the road filling in with snow again. The object -- the strange craft -- was at the same instant lifting off like a rocket from a launching pad.
Jimi never did talk much about what happened. He sort of let me know that the cool thing to do was not to bring up the subject. It was to be our little secret. However, from what he did say, I sort of suspect that the object arrived to save our necks chiefly because Jimi had been practicing trying to communicate by ESP with the beings on board. I know this may be hard to believe, but I'm putting it straight, just like it happened, you hear!
The boys from the group who were with us remember nothing. They were out cold in the back. As we got into the main road, they revived. It's as if they had been placed under a spell -- you know -- hypnotized.
~ Jimi Hendrix: Starchild By Curtis Knight


-------------------------------------------------------------​--------------------------------------------------


Jimi Hendrix: A Brother’s Story by Leon Hendrix, copyright 2012
Chapter 11 ‘Still Dreaming’
Page 182 |P3

When we retreated back to the Benedict Canyon house night after night, there were always pretty girls to meet us. But luckily during the day, we also had some breaks in the action. Jimi and I spent many afternoons relaxing out by the pool. I remember these moments most about my time in Los Angeles because there weren’t any distractions to deal with. It was simply my brother and me hanging out alone. It was easy for me to see the lifestyle was taking a toll on him. I thought back to the excited phone calls I used to receive from him back in 1966 after he arrived in New York City and how he was truly happy in those days. Now that he was more famous than he’d ever expected to be, that joy was almost gone.

One afternoon, we lit up our first joint of the day and finally had a chance to talk about his playing.
“How do you make all of those noises out of there?” I asked. “How do you get all that wild sound?”
“The pedals—the wah-wah and the fuzz tone. The Marshall amps I’m using have a huge sound, and the Fender Strat is a great guitar,” Jimi told me, leaning back and spreading out on his chair. “You know, Leon, after all those years of being in those bands and people telling me what to play and having to play exact arrangements, those are second nature. My stuff exists outside of those lines. I’m free. As long as the bass player stays in the root, I can do what I want. If it starts feeding back, then fine. The strings and notes and tones are fighting against each other, but the guitar is still tuned to E, so it’s going to at least be in that area. I could be playing a lead way up high, but that low E string could still be feeding back. So there are two tones going on. It’s like you’re playing two guitars at the same time. You have to let it go, but still control it. The guitar is pretty open. You can’t really hit a bad note unless you don’t know how to bend it and shape it into all the other melodies and tones going on. It’s all about recovery. It’s the most important part of soloing and improvising. You know what I’m talking about?”
I did. When Jimi explained things, they always made perfect sense.
One of my favorite songs of Jimi’s at the time was “Bold as Love,” off his second album, Axis: Bold as Love. When I told him my feelings on the track, he went into detail about some of the thinking that went into the writing of the lyrics. Jimi was interested in the relationship between emotions, colors, and musical notes. He mentioned a concept called Energy Sound Color Dynamics—which he playfully sometimes referred to as E=sc2 to borrow a little style from Einstein’s E=mc2 theory.
Jimi was fascinated by the connection of the seven notes in a musical scale to the seven colors of the rainbow. Not to mention the interesting fact that red, yellow, and blue—the first, third, and fifth colors of the rainbow—are primary colors, while root, third, and fifth—the first, third, and fifth notes of a major scale—make up a major chord. If there was such a thing as “hearing in color” or “playing in color,” that was exactly what my brother was intent on accomplishing (or it may even be said that he had already accomplished it by then). Regardless, he was interested in practicing it. Jimi felt that if he couldn’t physically hold on to the music, he could at least describe it in color and somehow make it three-dimensional. He took his fascination with radio frequencies back when we were little boys to the next level. Not only was there sound and color to mold and shape in his songwriting, but there was also the energy—the soul, spirit, and emotion. The three elements together were something as powerful as anything. Jimi attempted to link everything together in one form, which was his music. My brother was always educating me in different ways. I felt as if he knew the answers, and that knowledge was total freedom to me.
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I've played guitar for 35 years; Hendrix, Page {69 today}, Muddy, Rory Gallagher, Trower, I borrowed a lot from those dudes. But Hendrix, he's THE Man.
=========================================
Jimi Hendrix: A Brother’s Story by Leon Hendrix, copyright 2012

Chapter 1 ‘Rainier Vista Projects’

Page 17 |P6

We may have been poor and underprivileged, but Buster and I didn’t know it. We didn’t have access to boxes of toys to play with, or a television anymore to sit in front of all night, so we used what we had—our imaginations. My brother and I found whatever we could to keep ourselves entertained. One of our favorite things to do was to lie on our backs out in the yard and state up into the night sky. Buster often told stories about the constellations and how they each got their name. His mind was full of all kinds of ideas about the universe and space.
“Mars and Venus used to be lovers way back,” he told me. “And right now, we are spinning around in the universe on just one planet. Who knows how many of them are out there? I mean, way out there. There are faraway places and galaxies nobody even knows about.”
Looking up at the tiny, shining dots in the sky, I also wondered how many other civilizations could exist. There was no way of telling, but we were convinced they were out there somewhere. Even back then, lying on the grass, my brother was coming up with the early stages of topics he would write about later in life. Off the top of his head he spouted lines about ice ages, burning planets, and the creation of the universe. To this day, I have no idea where he came up with all of these theories and information. But when my brother told me a story, it seemed to be real. Even being that young, I could easily see something different about how Buster related to the world. I never saw my brother read a book, and his grades were never good in school, but he seemed to possess an inherent knowledge about everything. I always felt he knew something everyone else didn’t, so I never had any reason to feel in danger when we were together. I don’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t been there to take care of me and guide me through life early on in his own special way.
Aside from watching the science-fiction serial Flash Gordon, Buster also read some comic books when he could get his hands on them. Superheroes such as Superman and Batman were a few of his favorites, as well as other characters such as Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck. Above all, he was fascinated by outer space and far-off worlds.
“I wonder what it would be like to travel on a ship past all the other planets and stars. I bet space just goes on forever,” I remember him saying. “There’s no way that earth is the only planet with people on it.”
That way of thinking freaked out all the parents in our neighborhood, but that was the kind of mind he had. And it was passed on to me as well. People thought both of us were crazy. After being exposed to the Flash Gordon serials, my brother and I thought we were going to regularly start seeing spaceships in our everyday lives. I can’t say I was all that surprised when we were out in a field one afternoon and he suddenly pointed up to the sky, where a giant disk was hovering off in the distance.
“Look at that,” he said softly. “Do you see it?”
“Wow!” I shouted, pointing up at the object in the sky.
“Be quite. Don’t make any noise.”
Remaining completely still, I stared at the hovering ship. Lights started pulsating around its edges.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out.”
As soon as my brother took his first careful step toward it, the disk shot up into the atmosphere and disappeared. I searched the sky trying to locate it again.
“Where did it go?” I asked.
Buster continued to scan the sky, but there was no sign of whatever we had just seen.
“Don’t worry,” he said, turning toward me. “I’m sure they’ll be back.”

---------------------------------------

~ Jimi Hendrix: Starchild By Curtis Knight

On several occasions during his career, UFOs "just happened" to show up while Jimi was giving a concert. During the last days of his life, he performed on the rim of an extinct volcano in Maui.
Jimi played three 45-minute sets, says Henderson in his best-seller. After each set, he retired to a special sacred Hopi Indian tent. Later, witnesses in Maui testified that they heard musical tones emanating from rocks and stones. UFOs were also sighted over the volcano by people who called in to a local radio show. A cameraman on the set said that he fell from his perch after seeing a UFO through his lens.
In the film Rainbow Bridge, Hendrix rattles on for several minutes about astral projection and the philosophy of the Space Brothers. He also tried to master the art of psychic healing, through color and sound.
Fellow musician and songwriter, Curtis Knight, knew all about the episode involving the UFO in Maui.
"It was an odd-looking craft that glittered in the bright sunlight. Jimi felt certain the UFO had come down to put its spiritual stamp of approval on the show. He told me that he'd been emotionally and physically recharged by the experience."
During the course of our conversation, Curtis also revealed the fascinating details of the time a UFO landed in front of them and actually saved their lives.
The event took place on a cold winter’s night near Woodstock, NY in 1965. According to Curtis, if it hadn't been for the occupants of this metallic stranger, Jimi and his fellow musicians might have frozen to death.
"It was four o'clock in the morning, and we were trying to make it back to Manhattan -- a drive of more than 100 miles -- through the worst blizzard I can recall. The wind was whipping the snow around our van so fiercely that we missed the turn-off leading to the state highway that would put us in the direction of home. The next thing I remember is getting stuck in a drift that reached the hood of our vehicle. Soon it got so cold. The windows were rolled up tight, and we had the heater on full blast to protect us from the rawness of the elements. I had my doubts about seeing the light of day. We could have turned to human icicles very easily. That's how bitter it was!"
Curtis says the road in front of them suddenly lit up, as a bright phosphorescent object, "cone-shaped, like a space capsule" landed in the snow about 100 feet up ahead. It stood on tripod landing gear, and for all purposes gave the appearance of being something right out of science fiction.
"At first we thought it was an apparition caused by the cold and our confused state of mind. I mean, we just couldn’t believe our eyes."
Prodding Jimi with his elbow, Curtis asked if his imagination was playing tricks on him or whether the rock star saw it too.
"Jimi didn't answer, but sort of smiled. He seemed to be staring out into the night, his eyes riveted on this thing resting within a stone's throw."
Curtis was overcome with fright. Before he could make a move of any kind, a door opened on the side of the craft and an entity came forth. He stood eight foot tall, his skin was yellowish, and instead of eyes, the creature had slits. His forehead came to a point, and his head ran straight into his chest, leaving the impression that he had no neck.
The being proceeded to float to the ground and glided toward the trapped occupants of the van. It was then that Curtis noticed the snow was melting in the wake of the creature. His body generated tremendous heat, so much so that as it came across a small rise, the snow disappeared around in all directions. In a matter of what seemed like seconds, the being came over to the right-hand side of the van where Jimi was seated and looked right through the window. Jimi seemed to be communicating telepathically with it.
Curtis relates that immediately the interior of their vehicle began to heat up.
"Suddenly, I was roasting! One moment it had been bitter cold, and the next moment we might as well have been in Haiti."
The heat coming from the being evaporated the snow enough to free their imprisoned van.
As it glided behind our van, I saw the drift had completely vanished. Turning on the ignition key, I gunned the motor and got out of there. As I looked back through the rear view window, I could see the road filling in with snow again. The object -- the strange craft -- was at the same instant lifting off like a rocket from a launching pad.
Jimi never did talk much about what happened. He sort of let me know that the cool thing to do was not to bring up the subject. It was to be our little secret. However, from what he did say, I sort of suspect that the object arrived to save our necks chiefly because Jimi had been practicing trying to communicate by ESP with the beings on board. I know this may be hard to believe, but I'm putting it straight, just like it happened, you hear!
The boys from the group who were with us remember nothing. They were out cold in the back. As we got into the main road, they revived. It's as if they had been placed under a spell -- you know -- hypnotized.
~ Jimi Hendrix: Starchild By Curtis Knight


-------------------------------------------------------------​--------------------------------------------------


Jimi Hendrix: A Brother’s Story by Leon Hendrix, copyright 2012
Chapter 11 ‘Still Dreaming’
Page 182 |P3

When we retreated back to the Benedict Canyon house night after night, there were always pretty girls to meet us. But luckily during the day, we also had some breaks in the action. Jimi and I spent many afternoons relaxing out by the pool. I remember these moments most about my time in Los Angeles because there weren’t any distractions to deal with. It was simply my brother and me hanging out alone. It was easy for me to see the lifestyle was taking a toll on him. I thought back to the excited phone calls I used to receive from him back in 1966 after he arrived in New York City and how he was truly happy in those days. Now that he was more famous than he’d ever expected to be, that joy was almost gone.

One afternoon, we lit up our first joint of the day and finally had a chance to talk about his playing.
“How do you make all of those noises out of there?” I asked. “How do you get all that wild sound?”
“The pedals—the wah-wah and the fuzz tone. The Marshall amps I’m using have a huge sound, and the Fender Strat is a great guitar,” Jimi told me, leaning back and spreading out on his chair. “You know, Leon, after all those years of being in those bands and people telling me what to play and having to play exact arrangements, those are second nature. My stuff exists outside of those lines. I’m free. As long as the bass player stays in the root, I can do what I want. If it starts feeding back, then fine. The strings and notes and tones are fighting against each other, but the guitar is still tuned to E, so it’s going to at least be in that area. I could be playing a lead way up high, but that low E string could still be feeding back. So there are two tones going on. It’s like you’re playing two guitars at the same time. You have to let it go, but still control it. The guitar is pretty open. You can’t really hit a bad note unless you don’t know how to bend it and shape it into all the other melodies and tones going on. It’s all about recovery. It’s the most important part of soloing and improvising. You know what I’m talking about?”
I did. When Jimi explained things, they always made perfect sense.
One of my favorite songs of Jimi’s at the time was “Bold as Love,” off his second album, Axis: Bold as Love. When I told him my feelings on the track, he went into detail about some of the thinking that went into the writing of the lyrics. Jimi was interested in the relationship between emotions, colors, and musical notes. He mentioned a concept called Energy Sound Color Dynamics—which he playfully sometimes referred to as E=sc2 to borrow a little style from Einstein’s E=mc2 theory.
Jimi was fascinated by the connection of the seven notes in a musical scale to the seven colors of the rainbow. Not to mention the interesting fact that red, yellow, and blue—the first, third, and fifth colors of the rainbow—are primary colors, while root, third, and fifth—the first, third, and fifth notes of a major scale—make up a major chord. If there was such a thing as “hearing in color” or “playing in color,” that was exactly what my brother was intent on accomplishing (or it may even be said that he had already accomplished it by then). Regardless, he was interested in practicing it. Jimi felt that if he couldn’t physically hold on to the music, he could at least describe it in color and somehow make it three-dimensional. He took his fascination with radio frequencies back when we were little boys to the next level. Not only was there sound and color to mold and shape in his songwriting, but there was also the energy—the soul, spirit, and emotion. The three elements together were something as powerful as anything. Jimi attempted to link everything together in one form, which was his music. My brother was always educating me in different ways. I felt as if he knew the answers, and that knowledge was total freedom to me.
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Wow! Superb addition to the thread! Thanks so much!
Quite the luggage you must have! 35 years is a lot of chord stretching heheheh
Love the artists you mentioned and then some, but Hendrix is THE man, yeah
Many cheers from Portugal friend! Stay frosty cheers
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If Danny Gatton is unknown to you, listen to this, NOW!
Thank me later heheheh blobr

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This guy had such amazing finger finesse!

Who is Blue Fairy

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Visited Renton, WA, Hendrix's hometown. A sad, dirty, sleezy place. Greatness evolved out of dire beginnings and poverty.
John 14:27
"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."
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What the flying fuck?! How did I never heard of this!!!
SO BEAUTIFUL!!
Jimi knocks me off my feet once more worship



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Visited Renton, WA, Hendrix's hometown. A sad, dirty, sleezy place. Greatness evolved out of dire beginnings and poverty.
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As it often does.
I bet he would've return there, buy the town and put it all in his shoe heheheh
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What the flying fuck?! How did I never heard of this!!!
SO BEAUTIFUL!!
Jimi knocks me off my feet once more worship




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You should visit the Jimi Hendrix Experience at the old Seattle World's Fairgrounds!!!

It was great, I learned a lot about him; stay all day and immerse yourself in the music!
John 14:27
"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."
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What the flying fuck?! How did I never heard of this!!!
SO BEAUTIFUL!!
Jimi knocks me off my feet once more worship




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You should visit the Jimi Hendrix Experience at the old Seattle World's Fairgrounds!!!

It was great, I learned a lot about him; stay all day and immerse yourself in the music!
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Much to my sorrow I never got to visit abroad locales. Life is just too hard right now to put together some coin and make a trip away from this lonesome town.
Sounds like a place I would certainly like to feast my eyes and ears upon heheheh
Thanks friend, note taken ura
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Local Seattle guitar talent Randy Hansen, he’s been doing this act for decades, he’s probably the closest Hendrix experience you could have in the modern era

Randy Hansen Band - Machine Gun - Jimi Hendrix - Part one


Randy Hansen Band - Machine Gun - Jimi Hendrix - Part two
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Local Seattle guitar talent Randy Hansen, he’s been doing this act for decades, he’s probably the closest Hendrix experience you could have in the modern era

Randy Hansen Band - Machine Gun - Jimi Hendrix - Part one


Randy Hansen Band - Machine Gun - Jimi Hendrix - Part two

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Randy kicks some serious ass. I saw that performance a few months ago, was mind-blown. As close as you can get to that unique filmore experience. Asked the bass player, who uploaded the videos to compile them in one long vid, but he's got better things to do I guess heheheh
Thanks for the input friend, that's an incredible effort and feat Randy did there rockon
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Lend thy ear fer a few minutes
This was quite the nut to crack headbang

Cheers

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Portugal: He played Red House at Greenich Village!!!
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He is the best. Guitar man. Who ever walked in this planet. EVER.

And here is my favorite:



rockonrockonrockon
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At one time in the Sixties, I really believed he was just playing random shit , and not making any sense out of his music! Then, I listened, and paid attention to what the hell was going on! Being not used to that type of stuff, I really thought he was playing like the "Punkers" do today! Bunch of shit! Then I got it! Yeah Baby!!! He was a talent, that the Illuminati put down as well! When you become to great, and, no longer listen to TPTB,
you get put down; just like M. Jackson; Tupac; Whitney Houston, and so on; Janis Joplin; Elvis Presley;Buddy Holly; and "MANY" more!
Where or what would he sound like if he were still alive???? Or, better yet, where would his music have taken him? Where would we be now?
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Portugal: He played Red House at Greenich Village!!!
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You mean Greenwich village, NY 1969?
I don't think I heard anything from that gig, but surely a memorable experience, no? heheheh
Cheers

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He is the best. Guitar man. Who ever walked in this planet. EVER.

And here is my favorite:



rockonrockonrockon
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Definitely my favorite string slinger of all time jumpy
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Fuck everything......he is not dead....I wanna hear da man



rockon
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Fucking awesome
Playing this solo makes your chesthair grow hahahah trio
Enjoy

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Fuck everything......he is not dead....I wanna hear da man



rockon
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He lives on through his print on society and the souls of every one of us who had the chance to listen to him while enduring our own blues.
Thanks for the input friend
Cheers drinks
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Fuck everything......he is not dead....I wanna hear da man



rockon
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He lives on through his print on society and the souls of every one of us who had the chance to listen to him while enduring our own blues.
Thanks for the input friend
Cheers drinks
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Cheers, buddy!!!

cheers
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Re: Any hardcore Hendrix fans in the house?
At one time in the Sixties, I really believed he was just playing random shit , and not making any sense out of his music! Then, I listened, and paid attention to what the hell was going on! Being not used to that type of stuff, I really thought he was playing like the "Punkers" do today! Bunch of shit! Then I got it! Yeah Baby!!! He was a talent, that the Illuminati put down as well! When you become to great, and, no longer listen to TPTB,
you get put down; just like M. Jackson; Tupac; Whitney Houston, and so on; Janis Joplin; Elvis Presley;Buddy Holly; and "MANY" more!
Where or what would he sound like if he were still alive???? Or, better yet, where would his music have taken him? Where would we be now?
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We would definitely be a richer society with the man around.
And yes, we must pay attention the little nuances in his work to fully apreciate it cool2
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Confusing words, awesome riff
Stay frosty cool2

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this thread again......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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