The Burning Soul of Hendrix

Circa 1967

Oh man that wild dude with the headband played me real hard last night - his wild fingers, pressin' me every which way. Sometimes I put up a good fight, just to get the best otta' him. Like when he's feeling those blues real bad, make him work at it a bit. Then he starts feeding back at me through his Marshalls, all distorted and shit. That gets me feeling all fuzzy and tingly - flying real high. What a trip man. He always tries some new sound out on me - holding those strings tight against my neck. You know what though, it's like we need each other.

This blonde Gibson I'm shacking up with at Monterey said she heard he was gonna' do somethin' real freaky. I thought it was gonna' be me, but, ya know what that dude did man? He lit my good friend, a White Stratocaster up on fire?! Yeah! No kidding, right there on stage. Getting' on his knees actin' all spaced out n' stuff. He just did it. Man, glad dat' wasn' me though. I like it hot, but not that hot.

"The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar."-Jimi Hendrix

But, I guess that goes wit the territory. It's all for the show baby. Jimi's experience. I'm tough though and I never felt as good as I do with him. I come alive in that dude's presence. It's what you do while you're here, not how long ya last. I feel lucky to be onstage with him creating that energy. It comes through his hands and protects me - it keeps me kickin'.

23 Years Later

Well, I'm still here. Just been hangin' round lately, taking it easy - holed up in some music store on Sunset. They all come by and check me out from time to time. Traveled with a couple of 'em. None like him though. I feel the blues for him now and again, you know, but not as bad as that night back in '70 when he left us. I'll never forget all those wild shows n' whatnot. The way he played me with those crazy hands of his. The places he liked to hold on to me. But, mostly, I just miss the way he made me sound. Don't feel like that much anymore.

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