TinKicker! Let me thank you for your creative and personal reactions to my commentary.
It took listening to your music to interest me in getting back to you.
Jimi had two amps for the guitar and bass, with two mikes for everything, vocals too, stereo separation.
He had wires going into the four corners of the arena for remote speakers.
Two separate systems created sound with big knobs on boards up front,
where a roadie watched Jimi waving his guitar, conducting the wash of stereo effects.
That was mind-blowing, hearing Jimi play and hearing the sound follow his movements.
The sound also went front to back and circled around.
The albums Jimi Hendrix released are the only Jimi Hendrix releases. Three albums.
He considered "Electric Ladyland" to be the beginnings of getting it together as he heard.
I hear a third of that album as being Jimi's epitome.
It's interesting to hear other incomplete, authentic Hendrix, for clues to his recording techniques.
I see "Red House" from "Live in the West" and "Woodstock" as live recordings worthy of Jimi onstage.
Jimi had a musical agenda we can only wonder about, other than saying he had yet to present himself completely.
He controlled his image as much as his sound.
If I can ask, what is TinKicker doing for an onstage act, show, or expression of musical solidarity?
If "the gloomy nordic mentality" is where you're at, do you feature stills from an Ingmar Bergmann movie,
photos of older people dressed in winter clothes looking away over the distant horizon of frozen trees?
Or are you like drunken frat boys crashing in the snow, waiting for a St. Bernard's booze barrel?
I heard the reindeer around your studio have had their antlers filed to sharp points with skull studs drilled in.
And I heard you guys run around naked with your guitars in the summer, lichen it or not.
Winter. What is it now? Scientists always said the global warming would benefit the Niagara Peninsula the most.
As waters warm, being between the bottom of Lake Erie and Ontario means moderated temperatures.
There is no snow outside right now. It's not freezing. It's still January, but it's not winter.
Southern Ontario has a warmer average temperature than Florida, in the last ten years.
The birds are gone, except for the ones that stay, congregating around rivers and creeks.
So it looks like fall, or early spring, but it's still dead and mostly empty, a hybrid of season and seasonality.
For post-sauna winter warmth, I recommend a little oxygen deprivation, Inuit style.
When you are making love, slow down, start kissing softly, and continuously.
Be breathing each other's breath back in and out, slowly losing oxygen, slowly slowing down.
Soon, you will be feeling short of breath, but you are feeling so much more,
when you start panting, not throat-singing, it enhances your mood together,
beyond the body's excitement, bringing your minds together in a kinda comatose way.
If that seems repulsive at all, stay under a blanket re-breathing air.
That might take longer and have less effect, but you'll get the idea and maybe get interested for real.
Yeah, imagine living in an environment where there are no plants, no alcohol,
and unless you're outside for your own survival, you're all living together to be warm.
A little bit of oxygen deprivation can go a long way. That girl I uh, hibernated with?
Oh, I should have married her.
Onstage, a dense fog machine could do the same thing. I recommend a pine scent for you.
Unless a ritual with burning deer dung is a cross-cultural necessity.
As I was leaving some bands, sometimes a musician, usually the keyboard player,
would come up to me and say John, admit it, you never really learned the songs.
Some guys would wave me off, saying I didn't really appear onstage. I'm not sure.
Either way, there usually was a sad looking blonde woman standing there, looking at my horizon,
my slow departure reminding her of the glacial flow of her native country.
Yeah, I landed in more than just a few laps.
smell ya later
Greetinx Prog'ies!!!