. . . the Tides Gently Away” are my favorites. Jimi emitted textures as sharp as broken glass or as soft as a baby’s ass, the sounds pouring out of my stereo and setting my imagination wildly in search of all points above, below, beyond and between. The one word that sums up Jimi’s playing to me is “liquid”, as it flowed, shimmered, trickled and then thundered down the mountains to the sea. Jimi took me there and brought me back alive. I only wish he’d done the same himself.

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