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Like pretty much everyone, my dad was my music barometer and compass. This fucking guy was cool—not just to me, he wore rings and listened to rock. He was a chef before being a chef was cool and he could easily beat your ass. I once watched him stab a snake with a pitchfork.
I spent a lot of time in the car with my Dad growing up. I played pretty high level travel hockey for most of my life, and the majority of my formative years were spent driving up and down the New Jersey Turnpike rocking to 92.3 KROCK, NJ 101.5, among many other classic rock format stations. During these trips my dad would tell me what was good, and why it was good, what sucked, and why soccer was stupid.
“The Wind Cries Mary” was the first song that actually floored me. To this day I still can’t remember if Jimi is going to say “and the wind cries Mary” or “screams Mary” or whatever it does. It never really mattered. Prior to hearing “Mary” I had been pretty in tune with the classics—”Purple Haze,” “Hey Joe,” “Foxey Lady,” etc, but this was the first song I fell in love with. I can air guitar the solo to perfection, but I still can’t actually play it—I kind of prefer it that way.
Getting a copy of Are You Experienced was pretty easy. I’m pretty sure it was one of the twenty CDs my dad owned. I listened to it a lot and eventually learned how to play the melody to “Purple Haze” on my Squier. I was really cool and on my way to being a guitar guy. You know how some music makes you feel cool, yeah, well this is the first time I ever had that feeling, and I really fucking loved it.
It wasn’t like hearing The Unicorns in 2004 as a 16 year old, or getting super into Destroyer in college, or making out to a girl to some Portishead song. This actually got me hooked on music, every other band I got really into was just me chasing the feeling I first got when I heard the solo on “The Wind Cries Mary.”
My dad thought Jimi was really cool and that Mitch Mitchell was super underrated, he was dead on. He was also right about soccer.
Cough Cool’s 29 is out now via Bathetic Records.