Honestly, I don't even know why I'm writing about an Experience album at one in the morning. Maybe it's because I can't sleep. Or maybe it's because I can't get those notes out of my head, notes that seem to have been etched onto a tombstone by gods making love. ...And the Gods made love...indeed.
I don't think I can manage to describe Hendrix's music. Simply because it is so imbued with a cosmic aura that everyone feels it according to their own personality. Not only that, it sounds different with each listen, depending on our state of mind.
Probably the purists of the infamous track-by-track will be outraged. What should I say? That when I close my eyes and listen to Crosstown Traffic I feel catapulted into a nighttime and traffic-infested New York? Or that with Little Miss Strange Noel Redding signs one of the most successful tracks of the entire album, second only to Voodoo Chile? Or maybe that in All Along the Watchtower Hendrix knew he was crossing the threshold of legend shown to him by Dylan? No. Because this magnificent art gallery is nothing but Psychedelia, a manifestation of the soul. It's the ancestral sound that comes out of Winwood's organ in Voodoo Chile, that sound we all know from the moment we take our first breath in this small World. We just needed someone to show us the way, a little shaman, Voodoo Chile.
"First we had music that was all body, then we had music that was all mind. Now we have music that is both body and mind". The torment and the ecstasy. The jolt and the agony.
"Electric Ladyland" is the definitive testament of the genius.
"Voodoo Chile" lasts 15 minutes, with a robust organ that even surpasses the guitar.
His defiance of genres; and it is precisely in this album... that his personality is reflected.
An epochal album that lays bare Hendrix’s true soul: that creativity that eludes every scheme.
Magic. Hendrix was magic, above all else.
Electric Ladyland could be considered Hendrix's Blonde on Blonde, the ultimate musical testament of a genius.
The prolonged sessions had the primary objective (successfully achieved!) of researching and ultimately recording a pretentious combination of psychedelia, blues, and a vigorous sonic expressiveness to seal it all.
Voodoo Chile as a delectable jam session that leaves Hendrix an infinite freedom of creation-expression through his gleaming Stratocaster, presenting himself as the Van Gogh of the seven notes.