JIMI HENDRIX – “Drifting”

Notes enter, chiming like church bells, repeating and ringing over each other. Then a light patter of drums, a brief reminisce of old sounds, running backwards now, before that voice comes. Floating, drifting, over the layers of guitar sound, almost unearthly, ghostly, resigned to loss and struggling to not be broken by memory, “drifting on a sea of forgotten teardrops.”  Even when you are versed in understanding audio effects, these new guitar layers appear and drift away rapidly, forwards, backwards, overlapping, flying like moments of experience becoming memory. Plucked notes flicker and tease the whole while. A violin-like line pushes and propels while descending plucked chords pull back before all collapses into a glistening spiral of sound, ascending endlessly, drifting away.