The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Voodoo Child (Slight Return)
Grrrr - I just spent 40 minutes writing the perfect post for this song and my computer battery dies. Let’s try to recreate the magic…
So…LIKE I WAS SAYING…I went to the optometrist today. They dilated my eyes with an extra dose because the first didn’t work. So as I set in the waiting room with completely blurred vision, my mind went off on a tangent about losing senses.
I wondered, IF i had to lose a sense, would I rather lose my sight or my hearing. Let’s debate the costs of each. Losing my vision - no eye candy, recreational reading would be a hassle, and television…well…prolly no tv or movies for me. Losing my hearing - no music. Hmmmmmm…
So while I never decided which I’d rather lose IF I had to choose one, those thoughts did get me to thinking about when I fell in love with music. Or more precisely, when I became obsessed with music. One of the first memories that came to mind was sitting on the school bus in the 9th grade. A guy named Gabe handed me his headphones and told me I had to hear this awesome Jimi Hendrix track. Those days on the school bus over the next two years would help me to discover not only Jimi’s awesomeness, but the sheer genius that is Prince (loved him since I was a kid but there are some things obviously lost on a little kid), and some funky ass rap groups. It also didn’t hurt to find someone to rant about music with that (for the first time) shared some of my tastes in auditory stimulation.
So in the spirit of my random thoughts, here is a bit of Jimi Hendrix. I had to wait about 8 hrs for my eyes to go back to normal, but here it is. The first two songs I thought about posting were a tad long (over 13 min each) so I decided to go with a reprise of one of them. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the kick assedness that is Jimi Hendrix.
-Calidre
The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Voodoo Child (Slight Return)
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand.
Well, I stand up next to a mountain,
Chop it down with the edge of my hand.
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island,
Might even raise just a little sand.
cause Im a voodoo chile,
Lord knows Im a voodoo chile, baby.
I didnt mean to take up all your sweet time,
Ill give it right back to you one of these days.
I said I didnt mean to take up all your sweet time,
Ill give it right back one of these days.
And if I dont meet you no more in this world
Then ill, Ill meet you in the next one and dont be late, dont be late.
cause Im a voodoo chile, voodoo chile,Lord knows Im a voodoo chile, hey hey hey.
Im a voodoo chile, baby.
