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    1969-01-22 'Stimmen Der Welt', Konzerthaus, Wien (Vienna), Austria

    Wednesday, January 22nd, 1969

    1st Show

    1. Come On (Pt. 1)
    2. Hey Joe
    3. Fire
    4. Hear My Train A Comin'
    5. Spanish Castle Magic
    6. Foxy Lady
    7. Stone Free
    8. Purple Haze

    2nd Show

    1. Are You Experienced ?
    2. Fire
    3. Lover Man
    4. Sunshine Of Your Love
    5. Spanish Castle Magic

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    Wednesday 22 January 1969
    Wien, Konzerthaus / Großer Saal (Great Hall), Lothringerstrasse 20, Austria. JHE
    Two shows - Stimmen Der Welt (‘Voices of The World’) - at 19:30, sold out and 22:00, probably sold out
    Support: Eire Apparent (2nd show unconfirmed).

    Songs 1st show:

    Come On (Part One) (11) (Earl ‘King’ Johnson)
    Hey Joe (47) (Billy Roberts)
    Fire (81)
    Getting My Heart Back Together Again (16)
    Spanish Castle Magic/Drum Solo (27)
    Foxy Lady (57)
    Stone Free (12)
    Purple Haze (66)

    Songs 2nd show:

    Are You Experienced/Drum Solo (15)
    Fire (52)
    Lover Man (14)
    Sunshine Of Your Love (23) (Jack Bruce, Pete Brown & Eric Clapton)
    Spanish Castle Magic (28)
    Voodoo Child (Slight Return) [not taped]
    and others unknown

    Promoter: Hans Lieben
    Audience -1st show: 2,000 people. 2nd show ~ 2,000
    The JHE flew in from Stuttgart, W. Germany, to Wien Schwechat Airport, Austria.

    Noel: “The beer in Vienna is terrible and makes me ill.”

    Express (23 January) ‘Total victory amidst an Inferno’ - review by Michael Jeannée: “Loud - louder - the loudest – atom bomb - Jimi Hendrix. Hard of hearing - deaf - stone deaf - no ears left - Jimi Hendrix. Hip - hipper - the hippest - bird of paradise - Jimi Hendrix.
    My skull rumbles, my ears are dead, coloured veils dance in front of my eyes, but in spite of that I have to write. To write about the Jimi Hendrix Experience, who created an inferno Wednesday evening at the Vienna Konzerthaus. The inferno starts with a support inferno: The Eire Apparent, a guitar-guitar-drums-guitar- quartet, amplified-amplified by twelve amplifiers, are getting me and the audience ready for Jimi the Indian, who is always on the warpath. After a forty-minute attack of the heaviest artillery, there is a short break for the shattered pale-faces and then the chief appears in person.
    The black-red-green-golden-violet-brown-blue shimmering figure can not be overlooked. Not when he is picking his ears, wiping off the sweat, biting his tortured instrument, contorting himself, drinking beer, or making sexually suggestive movements. When Jimi is tired, his medicine-man takes over. He drums up the opposite side for such a long time, until he collapses himself. And again the chief appears, and the battle continues ruthlessly. With Hendrix there is no mercy, as Gottfried August Burger would say... Jimi uses all ways of technical science and of his body. His guitar has an immense number of knobs, dials and rods, which he uses masterfully and unscrupulously. At the height of the ‘Experience sound’ the Indian fuses with his instrument. They become one. A teenager on the first row jumps up, performs a war dance, fuses also. Young pop people are moving forward to the stage, wanting to fuse also. This total victory of a redskin in dark Austria is being prevented by the police. They push back the suicidal kids and Jimi smiles. He knows: “I am the conqueror anyway...” And not only that. He is a phenomenon. I have to say it, although I am angry with him. He is the reason I can’t sleep today: pain in my ears, my head and my eyes.

    Die Neue Zeitung (‘The New Gazette’, 23 January) ‘Gunther Plankl notes’ [report]: “There was intensified police presence yesterday at the Konzerthaus because of the concert by popstar Jimi Hendrix. But it wasn’t the Hendrix fans in the hall that the law had to keep an eye on. Organizer Joachim Lieben feared that it would come to similar scenes like three days ago at the Opera. Shortly before the first show Lieben was informed that demonstrators had planned a march to the Konzerthaus. Lichen called the police. The officers had no reason to act because the demonstrators already had dispersed. It is however possible that the men in uniform went home with pain in their ears, because Jimi Hendrix is loud enough.”

    Kurier (Courier, 23 January) ‘Dispensable Aquaintance’ – review by Igo Sicka: “[…] Gimmicks are a part of show business, and Hendrix limited himself to playing the guitar with his teeth. When you subtract the offered performance, what is left are some quite passable drum solos, which offered the audience’s tortured ears a break to recover, as the drums weren’t amplified.
    […] Whatever you can call this way of producing noise it belongs where it comes from: in the underground.

    Kronen-Zeitung (Crown-Gazette, 24 January) ‘6,000 Watts’ – review by ‘A.M.’: “The crystal chandeliers were swinging to and fro. Next door Otto Schenk was desperately cheerful. I kept ‘Oropax’ ready. At 20:30 somebody came nonchalantly on stage, as we know a real [sic] Cherokee Indian. First we didn’t see him at all. Twelve amplifiers blocked our view. Then a shouting broke loose in the Konzerthaus hall, which had been bought up by the under-aged long hair elite of Vienna, which in comparison with what followed next, sounded like the soft rustle of a forest. Because then there was underground. (The no less loud support-act I missed over a cup of coffee in the theatre bar.) Besides much noise about nothing, which would have fitted better in the Stadthalle (where there is a skating show at the moment), I can report about a boy who tried to snatch the sticks from the drummer and another who tried to trip Jimi Hendrix up. Both were chased through the hall by the body-guards of the idol, and finally stopped and... (that I didn’t see). The better seats cost two to three hundred schillings. The youngsters who despise money could afford it. Available police guards hardly came into action. A mad rolling of the eyes was sufficient to chase the particularly undisciplined through the emergency exit. It had little to do with ‘Stimmen der Welt’ [Voices of The World].

    Die Presse (The Press, 24 January) ‘Very loud, very boring’ – review by Gotthard Böhm: “‘Stray cattle’ the teenager (male? female?), next to me sighed, when the loudest pop star of The World, Jimi Hendrix, shuffled onto the stage of the big hall of the Konzerthaus. ‘Hey boy, what’s the matter with you’ he yelled when there was an intermission, and grumbling he left the hall after an hour, taking a French leave, just like his idol. And that was it. Somebody told me that the imaginary star Perry Rhodan, great-administrator of the solar imperium, in his war against the threatening horrible worm has declared a total sound war. I smile mildly and point out that the author of this popular futuristic pop series has fallen back on an ancient approved way to
    kill by quoting from the detective fiction of Dorothy L. Sayers, in which the killer ties his victim to a church bell valued far and wide for the richness of its sound. After this the sound waves do their job. As you can see everything has been done
    With nine thousand Watts of amplifier power Jimi Hendrix now makes war against the eardrums of the international pop audience, who by now apparently is used to noise and even knows how to appreciate it. For this son of an Indian [sic] and a Negro mother has nothing else to offer besides noise and a colourful appearance. At the risk of being lynched by Hendrix fans: it was boring, because monotony causes dullness, indifference, and boredom. Vienna did hear, at least during the second show at 22:00, the loudest sound effects from sixty speakers that have ever sounded along the Danube, but apart from that there was only a weak trace of wildness and experiment to detect. As for the hair style and dress of the musicians, their road crew, and the public, sure enough there was something to see. Of course, Jimi can not be compared with his associates or his fans. From silver Turkish jewelry to tight pants which were embroidered on one side, he was a sight for every psychedelic fan. For the rest: he does all he can, but he isn’t the most ugly pop star by far. His guitarist looked like the devil’s grand-mother, dressed as Greta Garbo at a fancy dress ball. Before I forget: when somebody tells you that Hendrix protests against the abuse in his homeland the United States, don’t be fooled. Of the few bars of his singing which didn’t perish in the noise of the amplified guitars and drums, we couldn’t understand a syllable. And as for undergound: Jimi rakes in a considerable salary on his tour of the concert halls of the establishment.

    [unknown paper?] (24 January) ’The Lowest...’ – article by ‘W.P.’: “[…] Nerve-racking scum, with animal passion on stage and a bestial reaction from the audience, it was ‘a sign of the times,’ a sad one, which will do its writing on the wall in capitals. - That tickets were bought by the public at 250 schillings characterizes clearly enough all circumstances of this physical and mental decline and its ‘origin’.”

    …article by ‘T’: “Frankly speaking it is a bit too much after all to sell such an exhibition of noise as a concert in Vienna, still calling itself a city of culture. Nor should there be anyone to organize something like that, nor should any owner lend his concert hall for it. When I witnessed the noise in the large hall after a visit to the latest reading of Otto Schenk in the same building, I was wondering if we shouldn’t alert qualified medical authorities. But perhaps I would myself have been taken in custody because such excesses of so-called artists and the corresponding misbehaviour of the public, most of them dressed in an utterly disgusting way - the Beatles are in comparison mere dandies - is still considered progressive and socially conscious. In reality however it is that same spirit of anarchy which deforms the idea of freedom into a hoax, that ‘revolutionary’ disposition deriding every genuine ideal, which was also the driving force behind the defilement of the memorial stone for the heroes at the university. If we cannot eliminate this kind of ‘revolutionary’ disposition, then the downfall of Western Europe - may certain half-heartedly sympathizing gentlemen take note - will not be far away. The result will not necessarily be the end of The World, but it could also be the Maoist ant-state, compared to which the visions of 1984 may be just a ridiculous understatement.”

    Mitch: “The tour itself was fine. The usual well organised German gigs where we were well taken care of. Another road tour, drive, get to the gig, sound check, hotel.
    It would have been good, especially by this stage to have had time off between the gigs – if only to get the equipment set up properly in each place. We were generally down to one show per night [actually still two] which was much better as it meant we could stretch out. Sound checks were playing a more prominent part too but we were still using primarily the house P. A. as in Vienna for instance, a beautiful concert hall but not for rock and roll. On the whole we enjoyed the tour.”

    Rudy Kronfuss: “The Vienna Konzerthaus was (and still is) primarily used for classical music performances. So when we heard that the ‘Stimmen der Welt’ organisers were going to bring the Jimi Hendrix Experience to this venue for one concert (19:30 hours), we knew it was asking for trouble. First of all the hall could only hold 2,000 people, and secondly the acoustics were certainly not designed for amplified music.
    Around 19:00 I met up with three friends at the Konzerthaus. A sizable crowd was already trying to get in. There were sold out signs and a few people were still desperately trying to buy tickets. We were lucky to be able to sit in our own seats at row 7 (for 200 Austrian shillings apiece), while others found theirs had already been taken. Within a couple of minutes the place was packed, especially the area in front of the stage.
    After the middle aisle was cleared by the police (many were present), Eire Apparent opened the show, but unfortunately they merely looked and sounded like a bad copy of the Experience. The audience’s reaction was not too friendly.
    The Experience started with extensive sound checks, and nailing Mitch’s double bass drum onto the floor. Finally Jimi & Co. opened with ‘Come On’ and they produced a volume that had never before been heard in this holy hall! It was loud, the microphones were too weak, and Jimi didn’t seem to like it.
    Jimi tried to please the crowd with ‘Hey Joe’ but the overall sound was pretty bad; Noel also seemed to have trouble remembering his bass lines. But Mitch pulled the band back together again with ‘Fire.’ The audience seemed to split up into two groups: some were screaming for requests, while others tried to escape from the hall, holding their ears in agony. During ‘Foxy Lady’ Jimi played guitar between his legs and also did some ‘tongue work.’ Of course, we loved it but within 55 minutes the show was over and the house-lights were switched on (no encore was permitted). The cops escorted us out.
    Arriving back at the entrance we saw people waiting to get in. Only then did I realise that there was going to be a second show! This was totally unannounced and probably a last minute decision. In fact, there weren’t proper tickets printed up: the tickets stated 16:00 instead of 22:00 hours, when the second show actually started.
    Right in the middle of all this a young guy (probably an angel) held a ticket under my nose, mumbling: ‘only 100 (Austrian) shillings!’ I said ‘fine’ and then said goodbye to my friends and went back in again; my ticket was seat 11 in the first row!
    When Jimi shyly appeared he only stood two meters away from me and stayed there more or less for the rest of the show. Hello again! Jimi looked totally relaxed.
    Starting with ‘Are You Experienced?’ the sound was much more balanced now compared with what I had heard a few hours earlier; also much louder (3,000 watts they said; 6,000 or 9,000 watts, depending on which local newspaper one wants to believe).
    On reflection, the first show seemed almost like it had been a rehearsal for the second one; it was incredible. An avalanche of sound and the crowd was mesmerised. Jimi blew everyone’s mind with the ‘AYE?’ version, except maybe the 20 people or so who escaped to the exit while stuffing their ears. The rest of the audience listened in astonishment to this huge wall of sound.
    Mitch had about six microphones amplifying his drums, but when Jimi tapped on his muted guitar strings he sounded twice as loud!
    There were at least three ‘drum duets,’ with Jimi using his guitar as a percussion instrument. This looked rather absurd: while Mitch was sweating and playing his ass off as hard as he was able to, one could watch Jimi imitating him with his fingers while standing still.
    Several times I had eye contact with Jimi and just before ‘Lover Man’ he signed to me that this was for me, a personal gift. Wow, a guitar lesson: there stood my hero, playing right in front of me and playing just for me!
    In between songs one could hardly hear the audience; they seemed to be in shock. Jimi enjoyed playing and this show lasted longer than the first one. The absolute climax was a long version of ‘Voodoo Child (slight return)’ during which there was an extended ‘drum battle’ between Mitch and Jimi (unfortunately there is no known recording of it).
    I remember that the crowd left the venue right after the last note had faded, without aggression or trying to cause a riot. Obviously Jimi had calmed them down, so to speak. My ears kept humming for an hour afterwards but my young, hungry mind was now ready to face the future.”

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