sorry to be a wet blanket about the cool music thingy but i'm listening to a recently rediscovered (it was hidden in a bunch of playstation cds) recording of Jimi Hendrix live at Monterey in June of 67. Mother will attest to exactly how loud I can play Hendrix, and as we speak, the floorboards are vibrating and the windows are doing that bizarre wobbly thing they do right before they shatter in those groovy 70s earthquake movies. His ability to conjure a WALL of sound, using only his astonishingly large hands and that gorgeous graffitied Fender Strat (backed up by a massive fucking stack of Marshall amps) must be heard to be beleived. Don't buy into that edited-and-saccharineized-to the shithouse version of Purple Haze you hear on saddeningly rare occasions in supermarkets at four am. Go out and buy either Live at Winterland (with reproduction concert poster) or Monterey. Then sit back, light a fucking huge joint, and turn it up so loud your neighbour's ears bleed. You'll enjoy it. Trust me, I have undies on my head.
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