Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Jimi Hendrix says...

'After all the jacks are in their boxes, and the clowns have all gone to bed, you can hear happiness staggering on down the street, footprints dressed in red, and the wind whispers Mary...A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's life, somewhere a queen is weeping, somewhere a king has no wife, and the wind, it cries Mary...The traffic lights turn up blue tomorrow, and shine their emptiness down on my bed, the tiny island sags downstream, cause the life that lived is now dead, and the wind screams Mary...Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past, and with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom, it whispers no, this will be the last, and the wind cries Mary.'

- Jimi Hendrix ('The Wind Cries Mary', Are You Experienced, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, 1967)

Note: While Jimi Hendrix is primarily known for his cocky attitude and outrageous showmanship, 'The Wind Cries Mary' is a great example of Jimi's natural talent as a guitarist and as a lyricist (an aspect of his music that he doesn't seem to get a lot of credit for). I appreciate this track for its subtlety and thoughtfulness, and for its poetic and emotional lyrics. This song has been covered by many different artists, and my favourite version (other than Jimi's), is by Xavier Rudd, who tones the song down even more with just an acoustic guitar and soft vocals.

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