Saturday, May 21, 2011

just ask the axis (he knows everything)

Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus mind that's running wild,
Butterflies and Zebras,
And Moonbeams and fairy tales.
That's all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.

When I'm sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
It's alright, she says it's alright,
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.
Fly on little wing.

 

 

 

** virtual hi five / fist pump to K Town **

 

Jimi. You make me smile. Even when i don’t think i need to smile. The black and the white flow into colours when i hear you.

 

Photos 934/6/7 are pics of the actual guitar he played at Woodstock. To see it up close like that gave me shivers and it wasn’t cause it was freakin cold in Seattle that day. I stood there in front of it (contemplating stealing it) and listened to that very performance on my iPod. Amazeballs.

 

Sambora taught me to air guitar. Hendrix taught me to perfect my moves. Margaritas help.

 

Jimi’s from Seattle. Seattle = aural win.

 

RTFO,

 

adam

 

 

 

 

 

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