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Noel Redding on the Dutch TV programme Hoepla (1967)

Jimi Hendrix before his performance on Dutch TV (Hoepla!), 1967.

I don’t think you understand the level of “…is that it?” of Nintendo E3 2008. At least Animal Crossing Party is a game. What even was Wii Music nobody knows

RIP Kevin Ayers, now in shimmering psychedelic heaven.

There is something going on. But we have stopped listening There is something going on And we no longer care Our ears tuned deaf For words we once understood Once was a time when words didn't dwell But that is al gone now, Only the words traveled though the age Into the diffrent world we exist in now But we no longer listen In this world we instead see See the beauty and the evil Silently breathing it in Overwhelming us with it's might We stand alone now, No one to share your overwhelmed self with. For we have gone deaf

Because what does it mean to be human? What defines it? Your body? Your appearance? Surely it must be your brain. But it can't be for your brain can be altered. With drugs, medication, an accident or experience. You are ever changing. Something as normal and common as growing up doesn't suprise us anymore but it shows how easy it is for a human to change. What defines what is human is what we consider human. There is now law for this. No rule or law of fysics. It is what we see around us and consider normal what defines us. Childbirth, for example, is considered normal, beautiful even. But try to detach your experience and opinion from it for a moment and see it for what it is. Only the facts. It's disgusting, torture and if it had been thought up for a horror movie it would be undoubtly called sick. But it's part of who and what we are. By the time we become selfconcious we've already gone through the process. We learn to normalize and neutralize it and see it as part of our existence. We even glorify it as something beatifull. Beauty is also a form of humanity, not because we are such stunning gods in mortal form darting around mt pugatory compared to the other inhabitants of our planet. No, it is because we reconize beauty, not fysical beauty. An animal will look for beauty in potentional mates. Bright colours, a strong body. They gain a bigger chance for better offspring this way. Look for good qualities when finding a partner. We do this too , but on a much larger scale since measures like money, attachments, personality and the right circumstances play a role for us. When all our desires are mer in one person (he has money, a nice look, is very nice, has am adorable younger sister) we project on them our desires, and they do that in return with us. If the projections work the people will date and say they're in love. If not there will be a fight since on of the to is not living up to the projection of the other and their love fails. But we can see beauty in another way. Simple examples are finding a tree or a paticular flower beautiful. In our social contract it is considered that humans can find certian things pretty, its normalized. It has to do with taste. All rather normal. But this beauty is a diffrent kind of beauty, for it rousea emotioms from within us . The situation in staying at the niagara falls , surrounded bu threes and in the center of it all the raw and overflowing power of the waterfall. That situation, that moment rises a feeling from you a raw power and it's beautiful. The ability to take all parts of the moment toghether and cry at it's beauty that abbilitie is unique among us on this planet. We can find a play beautifull, a untrue story told but you can imagine the situation, the emotions and if wo'ven together they creat beauty. Sadness is alsao a virtue for beauty. Beautifully tragic or tragically beautiful. We find a sad story,the lover died, quite beautiful. The sadness and emotions going through the player are honest and pure so we consider them good. We feel empathy for them. Bemoaning their fates. Brought together the conclusion and fusion of the elemente wouls lld beconsidered beautiful and a slightly tragic and melachonic feeling wraps around you. And you smile, but you don't feeel like laughing. In fact you feel more like crying. So with the warm feeling within you, laced with tragic you cry. It's not lile you usually cry, with sobs and your nose and all. No it is just water leaking from your eyes and a smile comming from your heart. You're feeling beautifull Beauty doesn't have to be good. A bad person may look beautifull but it is about the "expeerience" with beauty. The way it makes you , the onlooker, the ordealer in the end feel. In the end your'e left with a feeling. Is it a bad feeling? No it's a sad but beautiful feeling as your standing there , in the middle of the night on a low wooden bridge crossing a pond. Your blue silk dangles around you and for a moment you feel yourself bleeding into the situation. You become part of the scene, you can see the fireflies dashing over you in their own dance of beauty and above it all, so high that it's but an orb in our eyes, is the moon shining for you this onc, because the fireflies have their own dance, and the cricets in the reed their own sang. But you and the moon are far too advanced the moon because of her time spent and her power.she holds dear to her. You, as you're standing there in your silk robe and wooden slipper, realizes that it is your humanity that lets you stand there, with the same autority as the moon. Your abillity to think and be self concious did that. So you stand there, in all your right enjoying the situation feeling the melachonic beauty enter you and make you hazy and happy and still it makes you feel like crying because something has lost and you don't feel feel lost but you knoe it has happend. Somewhere in the past and you're feeling the wounds of that. And those feelings are beautifull. They make you feel alive as a spectater ans they make you feel human. And that is perfectly welcome here. Because that feeling, to be able to behold beauty and see it for all that it is and feel alive because of it. That is what being human is. The only thing the others can't do. That is our power and it makes us immortal. Our imagination enables us to do anything. Our only power. Im the end we lose that power. Our bodies finally taking over and we watch as they collape underneath us and we wither away. Our thoughts stop lighting up and finally they dim for good. We saw it comming, but it wasn't relevant then, for it wasn't happening then. You were spending your time getting better getting more im anything. Friends, experiences, knowledge, other places, seeking your boundries. You were spending your time improving your overall life quality. All so you will have more to let go and fall when your eyes go dim. Because in that last moment it's all you. All your experience memories and actions built up in your own life are now comming together. Do you have regrets? And then the end Did you enjoy it? Was it a nice ride? Or did you miss a few stops, took a wronf turn or two, maybe. Can you remember the state your mind was in when it was young? How did the world look then, I assume wide and open, unexplored yet, with danger anywhere outside your tiny comfort zone. But there w'ere other people their. People who took your hand and showed you those unexplored lands, and at the same time taught you how to venture through them, how to suvive and thrive in it and turn it into a new save haven. With those skills and a growing mind you started making the world aroun you your own. Getting fammilliar with the places and finding places in social hirachies. In this now familliar world where you stand socially strong you set out to plan your life. What are you becomming? How are you going to spend it? Ans with whom? A partner, friends, children. All potentional people you could spend your life with. But in the end you are alone, alone with your whole live layed out behind you. Of course it wasn"t perfect , a few wrong turns a few missed doors but overall: was it good? Are you content? And have reasured a way into the future? Did anything change because of you that gets on a steady path into tje future without you. Children maybe, or people you helped, things you made or discovered. They all will continue to exist. But this is not the time, those momente have passed. There is now only one thing more to do. Take one long final look behind you. Remember all that was dear to you all the events are laid out on the sleef trailing you. Are you ready? Okay then. Jump. No confusion now. Just jump into the next without looking back or you might just mingle them up. Goodbye, for i cannot follow you in that journey, you must travel through the gap alone. It's short, don't worry. Hey, your sleef has been left behind. Goodluck.