Friday, November 07, 2003
Back when some people were passionate about music, in distant times a musician wrote a letter to the editor about another musician:
A young David Bowie complains about a reviewer's praise for Hendrix in a letter to 'Record Mirror', May 1967
'I was treated to a proverbial feat of journalistic insanity in last week's review... Like a can of knowledgeable Windolene, he wiped off the cloud of mystery surrounding Jimi "out of sight" Hendrix and 123. How, I ask myself, could the 123, with their chromatic quarter-tone and chordal harmonies, hope to compare with the ethnic, emotion-filled E chord of Mr H? Why should they think that open harmony and subtle colouring could hold a light to the volcanic battery of one's senses and involved tongue-wiggling from the tentacle-headed flower show from Greenwich Village?'
(From a review of a new biography on Jimi Hendrix, via the grace of Emma)
¶ 11/07/2003 07:46:00 AM
A young David Bowie complains about a reviewer's praise for Hendrix in a letter to 'Record Mirror', May 1967
'I was treated to a proverbial feat of journalistic insanity in last week's review... Like a can of knowledgeable Windolene, he wiped off the cloud of mystery surrounding Jimi "out of sight" Hendrix and 123. How, I ask myself, could the 123, with their chromatic quarter-tone and chordal harmonies, hope to compare with the ethnic, emotion-filled E chord of Mr H? Why should they think that open harmony and subtle colouring could hold a light to the volcanic battery of one's senses and involved tongue-wiggling from the tentacle-headed flower show from Greenwich Village?'
(From a review of a new biography on Jimi Hendrix, via the grace of Emma)
¶ 11/07/2003 07:46:00 AM
