Ah, if only one could come home to packages like this every evening.
Wait, check that. That would be too much of a good thing. Who could handle sensory overload like that on a regular basis? Anyone who claims they could clearly has no idea what they are dealing with.
And therein lies the dilemma: the opportunity to write not only about a new Jimi Hendrix album (LET ME REPEAT THAT: IN CASE YOU DID NOT KNOW A BRAND NEW COLLECTION OF ALMOST ENTIRELY UNRELEASED MATERIAL IS ABOUT TO DROP)? No brainer. But more, owing to the serendipitous occasion of the newly remastered back catalog of his studio albums, an assessment of his career? ‘Scuse me while I kiss the sky.
I mean, the obvious answer is you say yes a million times out of a million. The chance to wax ecstatic (but hopefully not too hyperbolic) is irresistible. And more than a little terrifying.
The question is: Are you (sufficiently) experienced?
An answer via another question: is thirty years of intense study and worship an adequate preparation to grapple with the incomparable phenomenon of Jimi Hendrix?
How, exactly, does one proceed when tasked to write about God?
To be continued…
