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My 10-year-old son asked me a few days ago what Jimi Hendrix's music was like. I raved about his guitar playing, telling him of my belief that no one's come close to playing guitar as powerfully and effortlessly as he did. "You've heard it before," I told him, but my efforts to hum out riffs of songs he'd heard in the car while I played Smash Hits failed to ring a bell for him. I told him I'd play him some records this weekend. That was the end of our discussion.
Friday night, conveniently, VH1 Classics played the kind of great/kind of depressing documentary The Jimi Hendrix Story. I called my boy over to the TV during a performance clip. About halfway through the song he said, "His guitar playing is amazing, but his voice is just OK." He watched another 10 minutes with me, making connections to that Guitar Hero game, which he'd just played for the first time at a friend's house the day before. "Now I see why you get extra points when you do this," and he jerked an imaginary guitar neck into the air while making a Rock Face.
This morning I showed him the above video, one of my favorite live clips of the guy. As it wrapped up he asked me if he could start taking guitar lessons this summer. Thank you, Jimi!
I'd rather list to him sing Little Wing than Clapton or Vaughn.
So I agree with what Mr. Mod is saying, while still finding Hendrix's vocals much more interesting than any number of technically better but more generic pop voices of his day.
but the contrast between his voice and his guitar playing/the fluid arrangements of the band sometimes leave me wanting more.
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