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Monday, April 12, 2010

The Jimi Hendrix Experience Rock Band Game....Hell To The No!


My Rock On, Sistahs family knows that I have a very short shit list of things that I find, well, shitty. Yep, Lady Gaga is still on the list. But sharing the number one spot are the Guitar Hero and Rock Band video games. I find these games abhorrent because they are the couch potato's way to music education. Fans of these games would argue that they are entertaining learning tools that teach today's youth about their parents' favorite musicians. Well, I can think of another learning tool....a book. There's also what our former president affectionately called "the Internets," where one can find video clips of Hendrix on You Tube and music blogs:-). Case in point. To coincide with the release of Valleys of Neptune, an album of unearthed Jimi Hendrix songs, the Hendrix estate has given its blessings to the creation of the Jimi Hendrix Experience Rock Band game. It's official: NOTHING'S SACRED, especially in a world where a former Hitler youth is pope. I'm all for today's youth learning about the greatest guitarist of all time but not with a fucking video game. The game trivializes and bastardizes Hendrix and his legacy. Worse, the game may promote delusional thinking among kids that they can play guitar as good as or (gasp) better than Hendrix, which is a claim Hendrix's contemporaries like Pete Townsend and Neil Young never ever made. I wish today's children and teenagers would learn about Hendrix the old fashioned way: by picking up a music book and a guitar. Or like how I did by watching the documentary Jimi Hendrix and discovering that a man brown like me turned chords and feedback into sonic works of art. Hendrix is more than a video game. Hendrix is an experience to be cherished and savored not played for points.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Happy Easter Everyone!

To my Rock On, Sistahs family, I wish you all a Happy Easter!

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Yoko Ono Kicks Ass


I got nothing but props for Yoko. Hell, she's earned it. She went from being the most reviled woman in rock and roll, blamed for breaking up the most popular group in music history, to recognized as a respected musician, artist and activist. She was John Lennon's muse as well as the mother figure he deparately needed. As his widow, she channeled her pain into moving, breathtaking art. (Check out "Season of Broken Glass.") Hers and John's love story is one of my all-time favorites. Their union not only produced their beloved son, Sean, but the Plastic Ono Band, whose body of music still enchants. Their anti-war stance made them enemies in the eyes of the U.S. Government, which tried in vain to deport them. Although their physical union was ended tragically by a mad man's bullet, their love lives on through their art. Yoko is the keeper of John's flame, and this sistah is eternally grateful and in awe of her.