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Rating: Wild Thing - Crazy Stuff!
Yet I liked that guitar, it had such beautiful designs! Mah! I don't understand, why did it have to be destroyed? If it did something wrong, a couple of slaps would have sufficed, in my view.
It’s been almost 40 years since the destruction of that "beautiful guitar". The crazy killer was a certain Jimi Hendrix, "a small guitarist of clear fame". Mr. Hendrix was never handed over to the competent authorities, but "fortunately" he died a few years later. So the guitar is well avenged. Cause of Mr. Hendrix’s death? Probably Mr. Hendrix did so much as to even smoke the soles of his shoes. One day, therefore, Mr. Hendrix felt nauseous, but he was so done in by those so delicious "soles" that he got tired of getting out of bed and going to puke, like everyone else does, in the toilet bowl, so he decided to vomit there and ended up screwed by his own vomit. Unfortunately, for guitars, he didn't die before that cursed festival of 1967, because he left time for other people to pick up his destructive legacy.
In the following years, other similar acts occurred indeed. Like, there was a guy from a little English band who destroyed a string instrument, it seems to be a bass anyway, on the cover of one of their very successful albums, I think they were called Clash... Then another little blonde idiot from a Seattle group whose name I don't remember started throwing guitars into amplifiers, but at least he died with a gunshot in his mouth (guitar vengeance). Well, in short, other such mad-schizoids took out guitars but just as many mad-schizoids took their own lives or inadvertently procured their own death, even creating a legend "the day" after their death, yes, one of those useless legends like: "no, he didn't kill himself, he was killed" or "no, he is still alive, he is not dead". And I can imagine the blonde guy from Seattle and Mr. Hendrix laughing in the afterlife at the expense of these incurable fools who make up this nonsense! But as someone else would say, that's another story... better to move on to the facts, reconstructing the dynamics.
They were three on stage and together they formed the trio of incorrigible heroes of the late '60s, I'm talking about the Jimi Hendrix Experience, of which that "small guitarist of clear fame" was a part. Mr. Hendrix was chewing gum and turned his "Strato." upside down, then after a few distortions he starts the riff of the incriminated song: "Wild Thing". All normal, a fuzzy-haired Afro-hippie was performing his nice song. A great song, I must say. Then he starts doing "tapping" subsequently he brings it behind his shoulders and plays it with his hands behind his back, our "circus freak" is good, a true "marvel”.
The situation deteriorates. Already after about three minutes, you can see Mr. Hendrix looking strangely at the Marshall behind him, in a very strange way.
The situation continues to plunge. Mr. Hendrix turns again, looks at the Marshall amplifier again, takes a run-up, and literally throws himself at it. Dragging the guitar and banging it with his slender body against the cabinet. Well, I think he was starting to get excited there because then… he rubs it, rubs it, and re-rubs it on the Marshall. He starts "making love" to that guitar on the amplifier. A full-on rape, gentlemen, and in front of his own group, who "perhaps unaware" continued to play. The guitar was now exhausted so Mr. Hendrix turns around and "as if hallucinating" places it on the floor with the neck facing the audience and sits on it as if he was riding a motorcycle. He further abuses it, gentlemen, and does something terrifying: He pulls the strings, all six, gentlemen (at this point a roar of surprise came from the jury). And do you think it's over here? But yes, it seems to be over here. Mr. Hendrix vanishes behind the Marshall wall behind him, leaving the guitar in a moribund and clearly confused state. He returns shortly after with a strange little bottle full of liquid. He pours the strange liquid over it and then what does he do? He takes some matches. Lights one and pours it over. Then he sits astride it again and gives it a kiss, a final kiss to his guitar, a final kiss of this "unnatural partner" who first plays his guitar, first loves it, "making love to it" on the wall of amplifiers and then mortifies it, abuses it by tearing off the strings then burns it. Mr. Hendrix conjures the fire with his hands by raising and lowering them. It seems he’s praying, gentlemen! It seems he is praying. It’s not over. To leave the body of that “slender burned guitar” would appear in Mr. Hendrix’s eyes as sacrilege. At this point, Mr. Hendrix takes his guitar, or what’s left of it, and bangs it repeatedly on the ground destroying it into a thousand pieces. A couple of seconds later we see the killer left with only the neck of the guitar in his hand, with a couple of strings dangling down!
A terrible and disturbing show of pure egocentrism and unprecedented exhibitionism. My dear gentlemen, my summation is over! The floor is yours...!
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