I always thought of Hendrix as a magical, shaman-esque, and consequently, untouchable artist. I never tried to emulate him in those early days at all. In fact, I thought that such a thing was impossible, maybe even disrespectful. I never aspired to be flamboyant. . . . . Eventually, my inner Hendrix has leaked out without my really thinking or worrying about it. A lot of the archival Hendrix recordings that have emerged often tend to make me a bit sad as I feel he was searching so vigorously while at the same time feeling so drained in his later life. There is no doubt that Hendrix and the electricity of his sound were one, and this is something I feel deeply within myself and that I strive for at all times while playing electric guitar.