09-10-2014, 05:38 PM
I first encountered this thread whenever it was that I briefly encountered DPF and read some stuff here, which must have been early 2011. I read just a few comments and bailed.
When it popped up again, I read the whole thing, and it really put my stomach in turmoil and left me pacing about the house for close to three days (28th-30th). I knew intuitively that there was more going on than just a tragic accident gone awry, but was entirely unaware of the venality and brutality involved.
Albert, I agree with everything you've said here, especially comment #43.
I'm not at all sure why reading this has affected me so intensely, but I'll try to explain.
My first encounter with JH's music would have been hearing stuff like Fire, Foxey Lady, and so forth played on the radio when I was about 4-7.
Next would have been at around age 9, when I snuck into my older sister's room and put her copy of Electric Ladyland on our parents "Horrend-O-Phonic" record player. I got through maybe 15 seconds of "And the Gods Made Love", and took it off thinking "What the hell is this?" (Yes, I distinctly remember this, and the same thing happened with GD's "Live Dead" that day)
The first day of my freshman year in high school, I walked into my "Fantasy and Science Fiction" elective class, and sat down behind a senior, who knowing absolutely nothing about me, turned around, gave me one the most penetrating looks I've ever encountered, and said "You need to listen to 'Axis: Bold As Love'" Huh? Within a few weeks, I bought a copy with money from doing chores (mow the lawn $2), and the whole thing just wiped me out. Went back and listened to Electric Ladyland, and hmmm... something in ME has changed drastically, because now I can't get enough of it. I suppose what had changed is I'd been learning to play two instruments for a few years right then. Clarinet, which I stopped playing by the end of the year, and Bb fife, which I've been playing off and on for nearly 42 years now. A few years later when I was first learning guitar (haven't played in 17 years), I put a pickup on a 1931 National Duolian, put it in open-E tuning, laid a Barcus Berry amp on it's back, put the National on top, and putzed around with the idea of playing a slide + feedback rendition of the Woodstock version of "Star Spangled Banner". It sorta worked.
"Voodoo Chile" (side 1) and side 3 of Electric Ladyland became my favorites and got played endlessly until I got a copy of "The Cry of Love" my senior year, which became and has remained my favorite ever since. _SO_ glad that's recently re-released on CD since I stupidly sold my LP around 93 and discovered I couldn't find it on CD. Second favorite "Rainbow Bridge" also _finally_ on CD. Got both on the 16th. I've been furiously listening to all sorts of JH since early September in anticipation, and listening to a lesser extent since the PBS special last November.
I ended up collecting everything I could find. As far as I can tell, the only two LPs I've never owned are "Crash Landing" and at "At His Best Vol. 4", which I never found. Have loads of bootlegs and so on.
Some of his lyrics really spooked the hell out of some of the spookier spooks out there.
That's enough. I'm pacing again. What a sick stinky world of damn near exclusively deception we have. GRRRRRRRRRRRR
Not so much the "Third Stone From The Sun" as it is the fourth dingleberry from Uranus.
Up From The Skies
When it popped up again, I read the whole thing, and it really put my stomach in turmoil and left me pacing about the house for close to three days (28th-30th). I knew intuitively that there was more going on than just a tragic accident gone awry, but was entirely unaware of the venality and brutality involved.
Albert, I agree with everything you've said here, especially comment #43.
I'm not at all sure why reading this has affected me so intensely, but I'll try to explain.
My first encounter with JH's music would have been hearing stuff like Fire, Foxey Lady, and so forth played on the radio when I was about 4-7.
Next would have been at around age 9, when I snuck into my older sister's room and put her copy of Electric Ladyland on our parents "Horrend-O-Phonic" record player. I got through maybe 15 seconds of "And the Gods Made Love", and took it off thinking "What the hell is this?" (Yes, I distinctly remember this, and the same thing happened with GD's "Live Dead" that day)
The first day of my freshman year in high school, I walked into my "Fantasy and Science Fiction" elective class, and sat down behind a senior, who knowing absolutely nothing about me, turned around, gave me one the most penetrating looks I've ever encountered, and said "You need to listen to 'Axis: Bold As Love'" Huh? Within a few weeks, I bought a copy with money from doing chores (mow the lawn $2), and the whole thing just wiped me out. Went back and listened to Electric Ladyland, and hmmm... something in ME has changed drastically, because now I can't get enough of it. I suppose what had changed is I'd been learning to play two instruments for a few years right then. Clarinet, which I stopped playing by the end of the year, and Bb fife, which I've been playing off and on for nearly 42 years now. A few years later when I was first learning guitar (haven't played in 17 years), I put a pickup on a 1931 National Duolian, put it in open-E tuning, laid a Barcus Berry amp on it's back, put the National on top, and putzed around with the idea of playing a slide + feedback rendition of the Woodstock version of "Star Spangled Banner". It sorta worked.
"Voodoo Chile" (side 1) and side 3 of Electric Ladyland became my favorites and got played endlessly until I got a copy of "The Cry of Love" my senior year, which became and has remained my favorite ever since. _SO_ glad that's recently re-released on CD since I stupidly sold my LP around 93 and discovered I couldn't find it on CD. Second favorite "Rainbow Bridge" also _finally_ on CD. Got both on the 16th. I've been furiously listening to all sorts of JH since early September in anticipation, and listening to a lesser extent since the PBS special last November.
I ended up collecting everything I could find. As far as I can tell, the only two LPs I've never owned are "Crash Landing" and at "At His Best Vol. 4", which I never found. Have loads of bootlegs and so on.
Some of his lyrics really spooked the hell out of some of the spookier spooks out there.
That's enough. I'm pacing again. What a sick stinky world of damn near exclusively deception we have. GRRRRRRRRRRRR
Not so much the "Third Stone From The Sun" as it is the fourth dingleberry from Uranus.
Up From The Skies
Those who must silence others for speaking the truth cannot be innocent.