c'è Banned

Gilbert, a likable character and excellent guitarist, even if he was one of the worst show-offs. Hendrix, on the other hand, couldn't read music. He went to buy his guitars directly from the store. He never studied guitar. I've seen six-year-old children much more technically skilled than him. At that age, he played a broomstick in secret when his father was out looking for work. Yet there was one thing I couldn’t understand. When he played, the higher the bending, the wider and more contorted his mouth became. The tighter the string, the more the grimace of pain intensified. I've never seen anything like it. I've seen guitarists compete in speed as if they exchanged music for an F1 race. I saw Steve Vai play "Little Wing," anonymous and drab like a MIDI track, precise and colorless as if it had been played by a computer. A "Voodoo Child" distorted by G3 (where the "G" stands for Guitar, and according to some, represents the pinnacle of electric guitar). I watched a guy named Batio play a four-necked instrument, with a cover where he was busy pissing on the graves of Malmsteen and Vai. Then I realized that for Hendrix, the strings were like tendons, almost nerves, that with every little touch caused a reaction, the "Slight Return" deliberately omitted above. And then I can't help but smile seeing these gentlemen play the impossible without batting an eye. I smile watching them compete for the title of the fastest guitarist, or even the greatest guitarist of all time, because in Hendrix's hands, the guitar was never just an instrument. Hendrix is referred to as the greatest electric guitarist of all time simply for convenience, because he is, in fact, the electric guitar.