Axis: Bold As Love

Axis is great. Hendrix turned Are you Experienced? into dust with Axis.

Axis starts with "EXP", which is really funky, it is 1 minute and 40 seconds of odd guitar sounds. "Exp" is follwed by "Up From the Skies", which is a funk song, and is really cool. After "Up From the Skies", there is "Spanish Castle Magic", a song that is really cool and sound like a Heavy Metal song.

"Wait Until Tommorrow", is next and is a funky, cool song, with the band playing backup singers, in really high-pitch. "Ain't No Telling" sounds like a Wilson Pickett song, and is really cool. Then there is the serene "Little Wing", which is great, it is one of the best songs on the album. After "Little Wing" "If 6 Was 9" plays, and it is odd, it's hard to explain what it sounds like.

"You Got Me Floatin'" is a Hendrix song, thats all I can really say. "Castles Made of Sand" is one of the best on the album, it is full of power and greatness. "She's So Fine" sounds like a song by The Who, if Redding were singing it, it has a British feel. "One Rainy Wish" is a wonderful song. "Little Miss Lover", is good too, and I like it alot. Finally the title track, "Bold as Love", is great, and it tops the album.

Overall Axis is one of the best albums ever!, I think that is is one of the CDs I own, and I quite simply love it, even the cover is cool.

My favorite album cover of all time. Look at all those Mona-Lisa-smiling, saried women gathered, wielding their mudras and prayer beads, a colorful circle of protection, ballsy, REALLY ballsy (like you), sharp curving blades protecting you and yours from that which is NOT love, obscene, kicking the demons’ asses again and again (they are SO fucking persistent those demons, so many cloven-hoofed little reptilian asses, so little time--and where the F is the Badger when you need him?) doing your bidding (like I will when I see you again).

I think we may have both listened to this album at around the same time. Both unknown to each other. Me sitting in the college library pretending to do work, you shut in your room, maybe drawing to the music. I thought I was suffering, but I didn’t know shit about suffering, really. Just low-grade college ennui—well, maybe a little more than ennui. And you were raging a real war, 5-6 miles across town. I like the possibility that we could have somehow been connected listening to this at exactly the same time, at least once.