Showing posts with label Mitch Mitchell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mitch Mitchell. Show all posts

Friday, April 23, 2010

Album Review: "Valleys of Neptune" - Jimi Hendrix - Released March 2010


Everyday in the week I'm in a different city
If I stay too long people try to put me down
They talk about me like a dog
Talkin' about the clothes I wear
But they don't realise they're the ones who's square

                                                                  - Jimi Hendrix


I'm always cautious of posthumously released material from any artist. This album, however, confirms that Jimi Hendrix's music and art still has power, a story to tell, and will resonate for generations to come.  Jimi's premature death in London on Friday, September 18, 1970 sadly deprived the world of a musical genius.

While Jimi's career lasted less than four years, his music and guitar playing remain inspirational, unique, soulful, and relevant. Jimi pushed the boundaries of music creation, guitar playing, and performance to a limit which has never been surpassed by any other musician. Jimi remains the greatest, most innovative, and iconic guitarist of all time.

Eddie Kramer engineered most of Jimi's authorized recordings from Are You Experienced? to Hendrix in the West, and I'm glad to see he's involved in producing this album, together with John McDermott.

Track Listing:

Stone Free
Recorded: Record Plant, New York, April & May 1969
Vocal, Guitar: Jimi Hendrix
Bass: Billy Cox
Drums: Mitch Mitchell  

This reworking of "Stone Free" is intriguing for the hypnotic rhythmic variations Jimi uses to drive the song. The use of sliding octaves, pull-offs, string bending and Jimi's inventive approach to playing segments of songs differently throughout the recording enrich the take/recording. Jimi's vocals and phrasing are beautiful. His guitar tone is incredible. Words can't describe his explosive solo - full of melodic expression, passion, fire. Billy Cox's bass playing and tone is refreshing. I'm not surprised this is the first track on the album. The recording flows and Jimi sounds at ease and inspired.

Valleys Of Neptune
Recorded: Record Plant, New York, September 23, 1969; May 15, 1970
Vocal, Guitar: Jimi Hendrix
Drums: Mitch Mitchell
Bass: Billy Cox  

Beautiful chords, melody and Jimi in fine vocal form. It's such a great song that the absence of a solo, or further guitar parts, overdubs are not missed. The track has a transcendental feeling and is testament to Jimi's artistic gifts and his development as a songwriter. Love the fadeout.

Bleeding Heart 
(Elmore James)
Recorded: Record Plant, New York, April 24, 1969
Vocal, Guitar: Jimi Hendrix
Bass: Billy Cox
Drums: Rocky Isaac 

This up-tempo version of " Bleeding Heart" is a revelation. Jimi's singing and rhythm playing are only eclipsed by his electrifying solos; his use of wah is electrifying. Jimi and Billy dig deep into their R&B and blues roots to create an exceptional sound, vibe. A wonderful track.

Hear My Train A Comin'
Recorded: Record Plant, New York, April 7, 1969
Vocal, Guitar: Jimi Hendrix
Bass: Noel Redding
Drums: Mitch Mitchell 

The definitive version remains the superb 'live' version recorded/filmed at the Berkeley Performance Centre, California, on May 30, 1970. However, this version is also memorable. The soloing is a source of tremendous melodic inventiveness. Also, Jimi incorporates some scat singing. Great bass and drum sound. 
 
Mr Bad Luck (Look Over Yonder)
Recorded: Olympic Studios, London, May 5, 1967
Vocal, Guitar: Jimi Hendrix
Bass: Noel Redding
Drums: Mitch Mitchell 

The driving rhythm ensures a memorable musical journey.  In addition to some clowning from Jimi his soloing is magical, upbeat and inspired -  'See that? - I've just broke a guitar string.' While it is well documented Jimi was a perfectionist this track still sounds exceptional.

Sunshine Of Your Love
(Jack Bruce/Pete Brown/Eric Clapton)

Recorded: Olympic Studios, London, February 16, 1969
Guitar: Jimi Hendrix
Bass: Noel Redding
Drums: Mitch Mitchell 

Jimi's energetic version of Cream's "Sunshine of your Love" shows the breadth of his inventiveness. It makes the original version by Cream seem pedestrian, even though it remains an iconic song with a memorable riff.  While this version elapses into an elongated jam it still retains an infectious rhythm which tends to drag you in. A great groove.

Lover Man
Recorded: Olympic Studios, London, February 16, 1969
Vocal, Guitar: Jimi Hendrix
Bass: Noel Redding
Drums: Mitch Mitchell 

Slow version of this song enhanced by a great sound from the bass and drums. Great fill-ins and soloing by Jimi. The outro solo evolves into a free form jam full of superb licks and melody. Evidence, if needed, of Jimi's creative potential during spontaneous jam sessions in the studio. 

Ships Passing Through The Night (Night Bird Flying)
Recorded: Record Plant, New York, April 14, 1969
Guitar, Vocals: Jimi Hendrix
Bass: Noel Redding
Drums: Mitch Mitchell 

Engaging riffs, rhythms, melody and rendition of a song which shows great potential. Again, beautiful soloing. Despite its failings this song still contains the seeds of something beautiful: Night Bird Flying. Jimi's solo performance at the coda of the song highlights his prodigious talent and guitar magic.

Fire
Recorded: Olympic Studios, London, February 17, 1969
Vocal, Guitar: Jimi Hendrix
Bass & Backing Vocals: Noel Redding
Drums: Mitch Mitchell 

Difficult to improve on the 'live' version included on The Jimi Hendrix Concerts CD released in 1990 - truly an incendiary performance - great drumming by Mitch Mitchell, and Jim's guitar playing is stratospheric. This version still contains some great playing. What the atmosphere was like in the studio is/was only known by a few individuals.
 
Red House
Recorded: Olympic Studios, London, February 17, 1969
Vocal, Guitar: Jimi Hendrix
Bass: Noel Redding
Drums: Mitch Mitchell 

A 'live' performance favourite and one of the greatest blues songs composed. A launching pad for Jimi to give a strong vocal performance and show his soloing and improvisation skills.

Lullaby For The Summer (Ezy Rider)
Recorded: Record Plant, New York, April 7, 1969
Guitar: Jimi Hendrix
Bass: Noel Redding
Drums: Mitch Mitchell 

An instrumental which evolved into "Ezy Rider". This version contains some tantalizing moments. It displays the development of a song. The composition has a great groove and riffs over which Jimi improvises. Which take is this? How many patterns were changed? Was the band in disarray? I don't know, and frankly, I don't care. The music speaks for itself.

Crying Blue Rain (Blue Window)
Recorded: Olympic Studios, London, February 16, 1969
Vocal, Guitar: Jimi Hendrix
Bass: Noel Redding
Drums: Mitch Mitchell

A slow blues that morphs to a faster groove. The band are jamming and Jimi colours the instrumental with beautiful chord voicings and licks.

The album is well produced and most of the tracks highlight a genius at work. Even though marred by patches of weakness there is creativity and passion in the raw material, and - more importantly - honesty.

Jimi Hendrix was a human being - not a god - whose unique personality continues to shine through in his music, lyrics and guitar playing. To rise from a poverty-stricken background, to be black, left-handed, shy, and become a musical genius - always evolving, taking risks - and conquer the musical world, is testament to Jimi's perseverance amid a myriad of unwanted distractions and pressures.

This album - while imperfect - is testament to the creative mind of an exceptional artist who will be remembered as long as music exists.

Monday, March 08, 2010

Concert Review: Jimi Hendrix - The 1970 Isle Of Wight Music Festival


Isle Of Wight Festival 1970

Jimi Hendrix

'Yeah ... Thank you very much for showing up, man, you all look really beautiful and outa sight ... And thanks for waiting. It has been a long time, hasn't it? ... That does mean peace not this ... Peace ... OK give us about a minute to tune up, all right? Give us about a minute' - Jimi Hendrix addresses the festival crowd - Monday, Aug. 31, 1970


It is summer and I'm sixteen. I look down at my brother who is asleep on a small patch of ground. A patch of ground that has been our home for three days and nights. We have sleeping bags, some food and drink, body aches, and above us a dark blue sky patterned with stars and planets. Someone stole our tent the day we arrived. Our musical pilgrimage has included travel by ferries, hitchhiking day and night, sharing cars and vans with some people who engendered - within us - curiosity, terror, or both. Why such a daunting and exuberant journey? Well, to hear and feel music played by some of the greatest musicians and bands ever to grace this planet.

Despite negativity in the media regarding management of the festival, unrest amongst fans, overt commercialization, drug dealers, heavy security, the attendance of Hell's Angels and so-called anarchists, I feel instilled in a carefree happy environment. The vibe is cool and the people in our vicinity are friendly and - like my brother and I - are engrossed in the diversity of music and performers. Everyone enjoys gazing at other people in the crowd: mainly at clothes, painted faces, hair, partial nakedness.

As I walk through the crowd I regain energy from the music weaving through the air. The sounds of acoustic guitars, drums, singing and chanting bring a sense of joy and comfort. The human landscape of multi-coloured clothes, tousled hair of every shade and length, and pretty girls - some dancing in erotic fashion as the evening sun glints in their hair - arouse delight and passion within me. The mood and smells are intoxicating. I suddenly wish to be older. Finding my brother, and our mutual space, is aided by our closeness to the stage, and the positioning of numerous flags rich in diversity and colour which act as an aide-mémoire.

Most people have witnessed memorable performances by Taste, Free, Chicago, Family, The Who, Jethro Tull, Miles Davis, The Doors and other artists: music of all genres played by superlative musicians and bands. Days and hours of invigorating music and beautiful images fill our minds, hearts and souls. Utterly magnificent and indescribable.

It is a cold dark morning. A collective cry of joy and relief raises from the crowd (circa 600,000) as Jimi's arrival on stage is announced. 

Shortly after 2.00 a.m. the eyes of those lucky to be awake and standing are centered on one individual walking towards the front of the stage. Jimi Hendrix is dressed in a colourful garment with long trailing sleeves. He is cradling a black and white fender stratocaster. There is no crush or discomfort: just lights, colours, darkness, people waking, coughing and rubbing their eyes. I try to wake my brother. Gradually, he opens his eyes and sits motionless. I tell him Jimi Hendrix is on stage. My brother rubs both his eyes and attempts to stand with some difficulty.

A calm cold beauty descends as I gaze at this amazing human being and his backdrop of daisy-chained Marshall stacks. For a moment I'm fearful of tumbling, being crushed, or losing my brother, as people start to move closer to the stage. I think of some of the inventive music and guitar solos Jimi has created. The first time I heard "Purple Haze" is ingrained in my memory. How could someone compose such a sublimely inventive and haunting song? The opening riff using tritones is unforgettable. I can hardly grasp that I 'm going to witness Jimi Hendrix in concert for the first time.

Music, to my mind, is an emotional roller-coaster to be experienced live: to be captured with your eyes and ears, and if it fails to change your emotions and feelings then move on to music that does. A live performance cannot be captured on vinyl, video, CD or DVD, etc. Such mediums fail to convey the potpourri of images, colours, sounds, vibrations and volume which make your inner being glow.


As Jimi speaks, sings, plays his guitar, the crowd watch in silence mesmerized by his magical charisma, stage presence, mercurial rhythms and soaring solos. I cheer and shout - like most people - after each song. My tiredness replaced by immense energy (I can't remember the last time I rested or slept).


The frost melts as Jimi plays "Spanish Castle Magic". It sounds like a hot bright light breaking through the black, blue and white formations created by the stage lights. Jimi's guitar playing reaches a higher level: soaring, electrifying, intense. His vocals are full of sensuality and power, and during the final solo his guitar sound becomes surreal - distortion and feedback combine to create an expansive dreamy sound.
' . . . That's if we travel by our dragonfly . . . '

While it is evident there are technical problems with Jimi's amplification, pedals and guitars (mostly going out of tune) his voice, phrasing and guitar playing are, at times, exceptional and soul-stirring. He establishes rhythms that are startling and utterly original. Jimi sings "All Along the Watchtower" passionately. His soloing is enhanced by feedback and infectious interplay with Billy Cox on bass. I believe Jimi is blessed to have Mitch Mitchell on drums and Billy Cox on bass as his rhythm section. They bring out the best in Jimi. Mitch shows he is an imaginative and multi-dimensional drummer, and Billy plays fluid and tight, with a deep intuitive skill, matching Jimi pattern for pattern. Jimi's playing is remarkable as it takes different twists and turns.

The patterns weaved by Jimi and Billy Cox are hypnotic during “ Machine Gun” and once again Jimi creates some outstanding runs and sounds. Jimi plays soft, raw, loud, continually bending and moving in the direction of the sound he is trying to create. At times it appears to be a struggle and there is a haunting tension and passion in his playing. Then the rhythm changes and the trio synthesize again to paint a different musical landscape.


Adorning a Flying V Jimi plays a powerful yet turbulent rendition of “ Red House”. I watch and listen as Jimi deliveries his guitar phrases and vocals with a wrestling intensity. It is great to hear new numbers: “Freedom,” ”Dolly Dagger” and “Hey Baby (Land of the New Rising Sun)”. 


Jimi pulled a blistering version of "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" out of the bag. His guitar sounded heavily distorted and the notes rained down sprinkled with Jimi's unique creative powers.

For Jimi, the band and some of the audience - who were awake and standing - the show may have been uneven. All I know is that Jimi's performance at the festival shook and moved me and that for a while I was wrapped in its warmth and magic. I was shocked - similar to millions of people worldwide - when news of Jimi's death was announced on September 18, 1970, and facts surrounding his physical and emotional health were released.  

I still believe Jimi's set was the defining moment of the festival. His set showed an innovator and experimenter reaching out to his audience with his musical genius.  For those fortunate to come of age during the 1960's Jimi Hendrix raised the bar and brought unparalleled power, sensuality and sustained resurrection to guitar playing, song writing and performance. He exuded a contagious charisma and spirit rarely witnessed by any musician, past or present.

No one but Jimi Hendrix knows what his state of mind was during his last month on this earth. I believe, however, he had new horizons to explore musically, emotionally and spiritually. It is often forgotten that while Jimi was a guitar virtuoso, and an instrumentalist of profound influence, he was also an incredibly gifted, first-rate songwriter. Jimi's musical genius will continue to astound future listeners' as long as music exists and his memorable riffs, songs and lyrics will reverberate wherever sound can be heard.


Set List: God Save the Queen; Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band; Spanish Castle Magic; All Along the Watchtower; Machine Gun; Lover Man; Freedom; Red House; Dolly Dagger; Midnight Lightning; Foxey Lady; Message to Love; Hey Baby (Land of the New Rising Sun); Ezy Rider; Hey Joe; Purple Haze; Voodoo Child (Slight Return); In from the Storm.

I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time
I'll give it right back one of these days
If I don't see you any more in this world
I'll meet you in the next one
And don't be late,
Don't be late
'Cos I'm a Voodoo Child
God knows I'm a Voodoo Child

                                                             - Jimi Hendrix