It may be my age, or my natural inclination toward old-mannish crabiness regarding such issues, but it seems to me that there are certain arguments you just cannot have about contemporary popular music anymore.
One of those arguments that falls apart: Greatest rock drummer. Who since Alex Van Halen has been worth arguing about?
One of the hands-down champs of those wars, Mitch Mitchell of Jimi Hendrix fame, has died.
Without Mitchell, there would have been no Jimi. That is an incontrovertible fact. Put on “Spanish Castle Magic” or “Little Miss Lover” sometime and try to tell me any other drummer in the universe could have made it sound like that. I think Mitchell invented the oddly marchy beat in “Little Miss Lover,” but you know it’s been duplicated and sampled.
I latched on to Axis: Bold as Love and Experienced when I was 12 or 13. And, of course, Hendrix’s balls-out innovative approach to his instrument was part of the attraction. But only part. Without Mitchell or Noel Redding, without that exact chemistry, it would have been lost on anyone. Just put on one of the Experience albums sometime and listen to the drums instead of Jimi. Listen to the fills and the beautfully unique sensibility Mitchell achieves. Honestly, the only drummer I’ve heard approach it of late is Meg White. I know that’s an odd comparison. But it strikes me as apt.
Bye, Mitch. And, thanks.
Added
“Manic Depression,” The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Are You Experienced
“Rockin’ in Rhythm,” Duke Ellington, The Essence of Duke Ellington
“The Pot Head Pixies,” Gong, Flying Teapot
“Living On A Thin Line,” The Kinks, Come Dancing With The Kinks
“Jesu, Joy Of Man’s Desiring,” Leo Kottke, 6- And 12-String Guitar
“Booth Shot Lincoln/It Ain’t the Heat It’s the Humidity,” Contratopia, Hands Four
“Drain the Blood,” The Rural Alberta Advantage, Hometowns