I Saw Jimi Hendrix At Winterland

I saw Jimi Hendrix at Winterland
it was 1968
I was in whatever shape I was in that night
the horses were out of the gate
the crowd was fine and fanciful
and when Jimi took the stand
he had too many fingers
in his hand

there is no explaining the interdependence
of so many pieces of mind
there was smoke and there were mirrors
and nights of the magical kind
Jimi wore knee length moccasins, as I recall
and played with his feet out wide
and in between the sonic devices
he slipped the notes inside

yes I saw Jimi Hendrix at Winterland
and I was experienced then
I was with some impossible people
I don’t know how we even got in
I was out on a date with a butterfly girl
who was floating up out of her shoes
we were blowing whatever was left of our minds that night
while Jimi was blowing a fuse

and the fog rolled in like a blanket
and the sun came up over the rim
and we were all just skimming stones
in the times that we were in
and maybe I lost a few brain cells
I know it was pretty thin ice
but if I had to do it all over again
I wouldn’t think twice

they made a record of those Winterland nights
you may listen if you dare
the music and the multitudes
I know i’m in there somewhere
it was the season of eruptions
the doorway to infinity
and when Jimi’s guitar said “thank you”
and that was enough for me

yes I saw Jimi Hendrix at Winterland