{"id":649,"date":"1970-06-10T21:35:00","date_gmt":"1970-06-10T20:35:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.schultz-touge.com\/blogfiction\/?p=649"},"modified":"2026-06-12T22:48:53","modified_gmt":"2026-06-12T20:48:53","slug":"my-friend-jimi-hendrix","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.schultz-touge.com\/blogfiction\/1970\/06\/10\/my-friend-jimi-hendrix\/","title":{"rendered":"My Friend \/ Jimi Hendrix"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-audio\"><audio controls src=\"https:\/\/www.schultz-touge.com\/blogfiction\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/05-My-Friend.mp3\" autoplay preload=\"auto\"><\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>My Friend<\/strong> est l&rsquo;une des chansons les plus litt\u00e9raires de Jimi Hendrix. Sous la forme d&rsquo;un r\u00e9cit racont\u00e9 dans l&rsquo;ambiance d&rsquo;un bar anim\u00e9, Hendrix m\u00eale souvenirs, rencontres \u00e9tranges et impressions de voyage. Le texte avance comme un r\u00eave, sans suivre une histoire parfaitement lin\u00e9aire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Derri\u00e8re cette apparente l\u00e9g\u00e8ret\u00e9 se cache une profonde m\u00e9lancolie. Le th\u00e8me central est la solitude : le \u00ab friend \u00bb du titre pourrait \u00eatre un v\u00e9ritable ami, mais aussi une partie de lui-m\u00eame, son reflet ou sa conscience. Hendrix d\u00e9crit un homme entour\u00e9 de monde, mais qui demeure fondamentalement seul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La force po\u00e9tique de la chanson r\u00e9side dans ses images \u00e9vocatrices et son atmosph\u00e8re presque cin\u00e9matographique. Entre blues, confidences et visions surr\u00e9alistes, <em>My Friend<\/em> ressemble davantage \u00e0 une courte nouvelle qu&rsquo;\u00e0 une chanson traditionnelle, r\u00e9v\u00e9lant une facette intime et sensible du g\u00e9nie cr\u00e9atif de Hendrix.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Y\u2019all pass me that bottle, And I\u2019ll sing you all a real song Yeah! Let me get my key, ahu \u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Well, I\u2019m looking through Harlem My stomach squeal just a little more A stagecoach full of feathers and footprints, Pulls up to soap box door Now a lady with a pearl handled necktie Tied to the driver\u2019s fence Breathes in my face, Bourbon and coke possessed words \u00ab Haven\u2019t I seen you somewhere in hell, Or was it just an accident? \u00bb (You know how I felt then, and so:) Before I could ask \u00ab was it the East or West side? \u00bb My feet they howled in pain The wheels of a bandwagon cut very deep, But not as deep in my mind as the rain And as they pulled away I could see her words Stagger and fall on my muddy tent Well I picked them up, brushed them off, To see what they say, And you wouldn\u2019t believe: Come around to my room, with the tooth in the middle, And bring along the bottle and a president\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And eh sometimes it\u2019s not so easy, baby Especially when your only friend, Talks, sees, looks and feels like you, And you do just the same as him<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Gets very lonely up this road, baby) (Yeah, hmmm, yeah) (Got more to say!)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Well I\u2019m riding through la (huh), On a bicycle built for fools And I seen one of my old buddies And he say, \u00ab you don\u2019t look the way you usually do \u00ab I say, \u00ab well, some people look like a coin-box \u00bb He say, \u00ab look like you ain\u2019t got no coins to spare \u00bb And I laid back and I thought to myself, and I said this: I just picked up my pride from underneath the pay phone, And combed this breath right out of my hair<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And sometimes it\u2019s not so easy Especially when your only friend Talk, sees, looks and feels like you, And you do just the same as him<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Just got out of a Scandinavian jail, And I\u2019m on my way straight home to you But I feel so dizzy I take a quick look in the mirror, To make sure my friend\u2019s here with me too And you know good well I don\u2019t drink coffee, So you fill my cup full of sand And the frozen tea leaves on the bottom Sharing lipstick around the broken edge And my coat that you let your dog lay by the fire on And your cat he attacked me from his pill-box ledge<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And I thought you were my friend too, Man my shadow comes in line before you I\u2019m finding out that it\u2019s eh not so easy Specially when your only friend? Talks, looks, sees and feels like you, And you do the same just like him<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Lord it\u2019s so lonely here, hmmm, yeah) Yeah! (Pass me that bottle over there\u2026) Yeah, yeah, okay.. My friend and me T\u00e9l\u00e9charger<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><\/h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My Friend est l&rsquo;une des chansons les plus litt\u00e9raires de Jimi Hendrix. 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