I was so moved by all that killer old music, from the best Ellington to the best old-time country to the best Rock and oh yeah the old Rock&Roll too- when I hear Little Richard sing Good Golly Miss Molly, now THAT is SINGING! Fuck yeah!
It changed my life, I spent my whole life making myself worthy of all that, finally accomplished it, and it seems like nobody gives a flying fuck. People are after a million things with music, but very very few of us play like our very souls depend on it, and very few people seem to need that- although the ones that do, and I must be one, need it really bad...
I constantly encounter the attitude about the great old acid rock stuff, "oh yeah, I was really into that when I was a teenager, but I grew out of it."
What's to grow out of?! I don't get it. I wonder if these guys and gals were ever hearing and feeling what I heard and felt. Of course the crap these guys and gals are into now is just worlds safer, more predictable, less passionate, and wouldn't do a damn thing for me on a day when I'm ready to kill myself but I put on "Nothing Left" (Johnny Winter And) and all of a sudden I'm ready to go tear the whole damned world down instead!
I used to write love letters to Jimi Hendrix- nobody else seemed to have any idea what life was about. I had a hell of a time relating to anybody else... but other greats wandered into that zone in a blessed, lucky, once in a lifetime moment.
It's hell of fucking lonely to love the music like I do... thanks folks for making it a little less that way.