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Fourteen years on dialysis and doing okay until I landed in hospital with ‘C- difficile’.
Now it’s leg ulcers and wounds that won’t heal, carpel tunnel so I can’t wheel stuck in a bed for years.
One night I went travelling…
We were in New York in ‘69 watching Hendrix play on a revolving stage drinking rusty nails – Scotch and Drambuie.
He was playing “Machine Gun” you know, the song about Vietnam and the war.
I couldn’t believe it… Drums, guitar, and bass making sounds like the “Star Spangled Banner”
— you can hear the bombers and people screaming … just like a symphony
It’s a sound painting.
But it was a dream I was delirious from infection.
I’m a big Hendrix fan
When I listen it’s like I get lost in it
— traveling … It crescendos, keeps peaking and peaking and peaking, until it takes you.
I don’t know how he does it;
—nobody’s been able to do it since.
He took his secret to the grave.
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