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Lord I'm a voodoo chile
Well, the night I was born
Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red
The night I was born
I swear the moon turned a fire red
Well my poor mother cried out "lord, the gypsy was right!"
And I seen her, fell down right dead
(Have mercy)
Well, mountain lions found me there waitin'
And set me on a eagles back
Well, mountain lions found me there,
And set me on a eagles wing
(Its' the eagles wing, baby, what did I say)
He took me past to the outskirts of infinity,
And when he brought me back,
He gave me a venus witch's ring
Hey!
And he said "Fly on, fly on"
Because I'm a voodoo chile, yeah, voodoo chile
Hey!
Well, I make love to you,
And lord knows you'll feel no pain
Say, I make love to you in your sleep,
And lord knows you felt no pain
(Have mercy)
'Cause I'm a million miles away
And at the same time I'm right here in your picture frame
(Yeah! What did I say now)
'Cause I'm a voodoo chile
Lord knows, I'm a voodoo chile
(yeah!)
Well my arrows are made of desire
From far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines
Say my arrows are made of desire, desire
From far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines
(Way down by the Methane Sea, yeah)
I have a humming bird and it hums so loud,
You think you were losing your mind, hmmm...
Well I float in liquid gardens
And Arizona new red sand
(Yeah)
I float in liquid gardens
Way down in Arizona red sand
Well, I taste the honey from a flower named Blue,
Way down in California
And the in New York drowns as we hold hands
'Cause I'm a voodoo chile
Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile
I love your story and I love how music binds us!
This a beautiful, powerful Testament to the love of family and strengthened connection through great rock ‘n’ roll….Bless
I love your story and I love how music binds us!
1971, woods of Alaska. My city brother finally reunited with us. I'm 10, he's 15. We are wild together, he learns how to haul water from the creek, gives me rides on his shoulders. He's six foot three.
He has a cassette player, he has Hendrix. He insists I listen over and over, which is easy, because that's one of three cassettes we have, and we find a way to get batteries. He explains electricity and electric guitars. He says this man is a god. I understand, because I believe in that kind of magic.
Brother leaves the Planet at age 27. I hear him laughing and see us dancing each time I hear an electric guitar, and I blow out that candle of sadness yet again, re-anchor my love.
The interplay between guitar and organ is remarkable. I have heard this piece numerous times, but apparently not very clearly. Hard to get the writing done, though.
Call and response. From Gospel music and Delta Blues and likely earlier.
That is Steve Winwood on organ. As good as it will ever get.
This is one.
1971, woods of Alaska. My city brother finally reunited with us. I'm 10, he's 15. We are wild together, he learns how to haul water from the creek, gives me rides on his shoulders. He's six foot three.
He has a cassette player, he has Hendrix. He insists I listen over and over, which is easy, because that's one of three cassettes we have, and we find a way to get batteries. He explains electricity and electric guitars. He says this man is a god. I understand, because I believe in that kind of magic.
Brother leaves the Planet at age 27. I hear him laughing and see us dancing each time I hear an electric guitar, and I blow out that candle of sadness yet again, re-anchor my love.
I love your story and I love how music binds us!
Thanks RP
That's exactly what my Dad said back in 1969 when I played Hendrix records down in the basement.. of course, his idea of good music was Lawrence Welk.
Oh man not Lawrence Welk! My Dad use to listen to LW while chain smoking and drinking Black Label. I was so f'ing happy that show was only thirty minutes.
1971, woods of Alaska. My city brother finally reunited with us. I'm 10, he's 15. We are wild together, he learns how to haul water from the creek, gives me rides on his shoulders. He's six foot three.
He has a cassette player, he has Hendrix. He insists I listen over and over, which is easy, because that's one of three cassettes we have, and we find a way to get batteries. He explains electricity and electric guitars. He says this man is a god. I understand, because I believe in that kind of magic.
Brother leaves the Planet at age 27. I hear him laughing and see us dancing each time I hear an electric guitar, and I blow out that candle of sadness yet again, re-anchor my love.
I was 1 in 1971, but similarly situated in the wilds of Alaska and losing too many to darkness. Music was a light for me, thankfully enough (so far)!
14 minutes of mind-numbing noise
"What is KevinM on the toilet, Alex".
That's exactly what my Dad said back in 1969 when I played Hendrix records down in the basement.. of course, his idea of good music was Lawrence Welk.
Nothing wrong with Lawrence Welk. He really floated my grandparent's boat.
Let Jimi take it over
Soooo seventies.
1971, woods of Alaska. My city brother finally reunited with us. I'm 10, he's 15. We are wild together, he learns how to haul water from the creek, gives me rides on his shoulders. He's six foot three.
He has a cassette player, he has Hendrix. He insists I listen over and over, which is easy, because that's one of three cassettes we have, and we find a way to get batteries. He explains electricity and electric guitars. He says this man is a god. I understand, because I believe in that kind of magic.
Brother leaves the Planet at age 27. I hear him laughing and see us dancing each time I hear an electric guitar, and I blow out that candle of sadness yet again, re-anchor my love.
Amazing memories - bittersweet. I have a sister who left the planet at 21 and there are tracks that do that for me too. Not this one, but the same effect of re-anchoring love. Peace to you and your brother my friend (we are the same age you and I)
GODLIKE! ...listening in FLAC w/ great phones, makes it a truly religious experience!!! ....Thanx RP!
He's making this stuff up...
1971, woods of Alaska. My city brother finally reunited with us. I'm 10, he's 15. We are wild together, he learns how to haul water from the creek, gives me rides on his shoulders. He's six foot three.
He has a cassette player, he has Hendrix. He insists I listen over and over, which is easy, because that's one of three cassettes we have, and we find a way to get batteries. He explains electricity and electric guitars. He says this man is a god. I understand, because I believe in that kind of magic.
Brother leaves the Planet at age 27. I hear him laughing and see us dancing each time I hear an electric guitar, and I blow out that candle of sadness yet again, re-anchor my love.
Very sad story. I was very shocked that you are 61 years old
He's making this stuff up...
He has a cassette player, he has Hendrix. He insists I listen over and over, which is easy, because that's one of three cassettes we have, and we find a way to get batteries. He explains electricity and electric guitars. He says this man is a god. I understand, because I believe in that kind of magic.
Brother leaves the Planet at age 27. I hear him laughing and see us dancing each time I hear an electric guitar, and I blow out that candle of sadness yet again, re-anchor my love.
If you don't like it, ...go listen to Michael Buble'!
I must admit that I quite like Michael - he has Vinnie on drums after all.
I love all of Jimi's work. I saw him twice. The first time was at Woodstock (the first and only one). The night before, I had crashed after being up for 36 hours. Before I did, I moved my tent to a hillock with a good view of the stage. Slept like a baby, and then was awakened to what sounded like a missile exploding. Stumbled out of my tent and saw Jimi doing the Star Spangled Banner Truely awesome!
I LOVE THIS! Thanks for sharing :)
What a lot of noise (shit)
That's exactly what my Dad said back in 1969 when I played Hendrix records down in the basement.. of course, his idea of good music was Lawrence Welk.
I AGREE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a Guitar player in a band called "Little Axe" - Skip McDonald, a fan, Hendrix is his idol i think, he also plays very good melodies.
Steve Winwood on keyboards?
Yes and Jack Casady on bass!
He’s hit or miss with me.
This is tiresome & pretentious.
Sounds like your ex-wife talkin
Remember that great line from Blade Runner? A flame that's twice as bright burns half as long. Never more true than when applied to him.
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe."
- Roy Batty (and Jimi too, I'm sure)
He’s hit or miss with me.
This is tiresome & pretentious.
I was just thinking how I didn't really like this very much and then he said "Say, I make love to you in your sleep, And lord knows you felt no pain" and I bumped it down from a 2 to a 1 for ickiness.
Apparently the track's title had no effect on your opinion. Metaphors are seldom literal.
Side note: the opening act was supposed to Buddy Miles, but it was Fat Mattress, Noel Redding's new group. Noel was really enjoying his set, but when he was playing with Hendrix you could tell he was done with the Experience.
Side note: the opening act was supposed to Buddy Miles, but it was Fat Mattress, Noel Redding's new group. Noel was really enjoying his set, but when he was playing with Hendrix you could tell he was done with the Experience.
Steve Winwood. And Jack Cassidy on bass. If I had a time machine, that night in that studio would definitely be near the top of my list.
AGREED!
(that you've no clue)
If you don't like it, ...go listen to Michael Buble'!
No.
Well, in the same way Michelangelo was self-indulgent to paint the whole ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. I mean, the nerve of the guy!
Hendix / Winwood / Cassidy / Mitchell
10 just for that and RP playin the whole enchilada.
As Jimi channels the vibrations of heavenly spheres, transporting me beyond myself; I try to imagine one of these divine passages with horns from Coltrane and Miles Davis harmonizing and trading leads...
I wonder if one reason these marvelous musicians died young is that were they to collaborate onstage or in a studio, the resulting music would crack the world wide open. Maybe it isn't time quite yet.
Hendix / Winwood / Cassidy / Mitchell
10 just for that and RP playin the whole enchilada.
Anyway, a straight 10.
"arguably the greatest instrumentalist in the history of rock music"
zesty indeed !Hearing this made me rethink Blind Faith's Do What You Like which came several years later. It is as simple as the title. Everyone play as they like to the riff. I remember the song comments about Baker's drumming being so simple and vanilla. Meh ? He was doing what he liked. Winwood's growling B3 makes that song as well.
What hayduke2 sea!!
Holy crap, what an awesome, awesome cut! I once got into a bit of a opinion tussle with someone who happened to be a guitarist herself, because I asserted that Jimi was a really great guitarist who played difficult music. Aaaah, therein was the rub: While Jimi's music wasn't maybe the technical stuff of many who followed in his footsteps, my point was that he blazed trails that were many years beyond his time, and being such a pioneer is in its own way terribly difficult.
Whatever the groupinion, I believe he was awesome and pulled off some very difficult guitar work...my 2 cents.
You sir, are a scholar and gentleman/woman. Seriously, the point of origination of anything in art, unseen or unheard until born from the soul of creativity and great in and of its own right by immediate recognition of fellow humanity without the editorial cues of critic or university is beauty, truth and goodness - a simultaneous being as an experience of art. What follows, that could never have been without the first creator, is derivative, no matter how good, or transcending the first founder, it is still not the crown of creation but the aftermath. Viva Hendrix!!
I love ❤️ those long long long rides and voodoo grooves !? (:o)~ Naugatuck Connecticut. 10
What hayduke2 sea!!
Holy crap, what an awesome, awesome cut! I once got into a bit of a opinion tussle with someone who happened to be a guitarist herself, because I asserted that Jimi was a really great guitarist who played difficult music. Aaaah, therein was the rub: While Jimi's music wasn't maybe the technical stuff of many who followed in his footsteps, my point was that he blazed trails that were many years beyond his time, and being such a pioneer is in its own way terribly difficult.
Whatever the groupinion, I believe he was awesome and pulled off some very difficult guitar work...my 2 cents.
Hell yass.
And some Winwood dude on keys...
Never too late.
Perhaps a tribute to the day (Halloween)?
That pretty much sums it up. Never played til today ?
Never too late.
