27/08/2026
No AI slop 🚫 Only original, human creations.
There are some interesting stories about this!
A loosely based "Redhouse" (Jimi) jam that's nearly a quarter of a century old, when I was hyper focused on playing lead, with a bassist who was brilliant at sitting in the pocket and creating space for freeform guitar parts (and pushing me, which I loved).
It's the only thing that survived this whole time.
I first wanted to play lead because of Kirk Hammett, then I went down the rabbit hole of Jimi Hendrix. So I learnt a lot of things, and then spent a lot of time unlearning them to just swim in the channel of music.
Became heavily spiritual.
Used to practise 14 hours a day, sometimes on my knees in front of a painting of Jimi, in an altered state of consciousness, trying to will his energy to interact with mine and training myself to just let the music come through my fingers.
What you'll hear on this section of track is both influences, and a genuine flow state where I managed to clear myself and step aside and allow the music to just come through.
That's where the fingers and expression can be heard because it's just, as I recall, a Yamaha SG200 with an EMG 85 and 81 in it (still got it — her name's Bec), into a crappy Dan Electro wah pedal, straight into a Marshall DSL50 and 1960A quad box.
About 45 seconds of this I remember having no consciousness of what was happening; It's pure, messy, raw and straight up channelling.
Recorded with one crap mic in one take with no edits — by a silent mate who waited and hit space bar 🙏🤣⚡💜
We didn't have easy recording equipment to document these things back then, so I chucked it with something that I thought Jimi's spirit would appreciate.
Hope you enjoy this little slice of my personal rock and roll history.
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