. . . He started Foxy Lady, just widdling his finger on the the string very, very, very slowly, building up a feedback note. He'd just smile and laugh and move it around. He was wicked. Always that twinkle in his eye. It took a long time - then suddenly he was ready, and he was at full volume, and he just rolled into that fantastic riff. . . . My memory, really, is of being overwhelmed. It was slightly scary. I thought I could play guitar at that time. I thought I was okay on guitar. But when you saw Hendrix, you just really, really wanted to give up - or try a lot harder. I looked at his equipment, and looked at him, and thought: 'Well, he's just a man, and that's just a guitar, and those are just amps.' But when he started up it was like an earthquake. That doesn't even describe it. It was like a cross between an earthquake, an orchestra, and a whirlwind of sound. And it was apparently magical.

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