Bold As Love

Lately I've been having issues expressing how I currently feel.

Maybe it's because I've been having lots of conflicting points of view and it's seemingly impossible to practically describe them in common language, but the amounts of writer's block I've been experiencing points more towards the aforementioned sentence. I know how I feel, but I do not know how to say it.

Whether it's songwriting or journal-ing or even writing the myriad papers I am constantly assigned by my soul-less professors, I appear to have this same problem.

Even as I am reading over this I cannot help but agonize how vague and non descriptive this blog is so far. My apologizes.

One of the reasons why I am so in love with Jimi Hendrix's song "Bold As Love" is because Hendrix seems to effortlessly control every single aspect of his soul in this song. And he doesn't even manage to do so with everyday imagery. He does so with colors.

Example: "Anger he smiles towering shiny metallic purple armour."

"Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground."

"Blue are the life giving waters taking for granted."

Not only does he shred the guitar, but he has such a gift for expression.

Perhaps my favorite line in this song is, "My yellow in this case is no so mellow.
In fact I'm trying to say it's frightened like me."

This is a man who truly understands his soul.

I'm not surprised that John Mayer covered this song on his album "Continuum." It may seem atrocious to even conceive, but Mayer and Hendrix are similar in a lot of ways, including their lyrical ability to express effortlessly. Want a Mayer example? Listen to "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room." Just that title deserves a Grammy.

I wish I had this talent. To Hendrix the air and atmosphere around him is his artistic canvas, and his guitar is his musical palette, just waiting to fill in the empty spaces. What a gifted artist.

Perhaps I will overcome this issue. Hopefully. Writer's block sucks.