"i could not get through september without a battle. i faced death. i went in with my arms swinging, but i heard my own breath. i had to face that i’m still living. i’m still flesh. i hold on to awful feelings. i’m not dead. there’s no end. my face is red. my blood flows harshly. my heart beats loudly. my chest still draws breath. i hold it. i'm buoyant. oh, there’s no end.”


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Today André Benjamin, aka André 3000, joins us to talk about portraying legendary guitarist Jimi Hendrix in the new biopic, Jimi: All Is By My Side. 

What was it like learning how to play like Hendrix?

"I had to learn everything from playing behind my back to playing with my teeth to rolling around on the ground playing. I watched all the footage and I mimicked everything to a T, just to have it in the arsenal, just in case we needed it.

One of the hardest parts [was] I’m a right-hand guitar player. I’m a horrible right-hand guitar player. I wouldn’t even call myself a guitar player; I just pick it up and fiddle with it every now and then. And I think any guitar player would agree with me, Jimi is the most comfortable-looking guitar player in the world. I’ve seen a lot of great guitarists that are probably much better skilled than Jimi Hendrix, but some players look like they’re doing a task or … putting in a lot of work, giving a lot of effort. One thing about Jimi, he never looked like it was uncomfortable to him. …

When it came time to do the left-hand thing, I almost had to [do] finger choreography, learning where the chords are, learning the actual chords of the song with my left hand, learning where the notes are, learning how my fingers should lay. But it was really, really difficult, because it’s almost like walking backwards and making walking backwards look normal.”


I ripped yr heart out from yr chest
Replaced it with a grenade blast

Incinerate

Firefighters hose me down
I don’t care I’ll burn out anyhow
It’s 4 alarm girl nothing to see
Hear the sirens come for me
You dosed my soul with gasoline
You flicked a match into my brain

Incinerate

The firefighters are so nice
I remember you so cold as ice
Now flames are licking at yr feet
Sirens come to put me out of misery
You wave yr torch into my eyes
Flamethrower lover burning mind

Incinerate


Puccini, Vissi d’arte (from Tosca)
Maria Callas, soprano

I lived for art, I lived for love,
I never harmed a living soul!
With a discreet hand
I relieved all misfortunes I encountered.

Always with sincere faith
my prayer
rose to the holy tabernacles.
Always with sincere faith
I decorated the altars with flowers.

In this hour of grief,
why, why, Lord,
why do you reward me thus?

I donated jewels to the Madonna’s mantle,
and offered songs to the stars and heaven,
which thus shone with more beauty.
In this hour of grief,
why, why, Lord,
ah, why do you reward me thus?