Hey Joe{4}

One of the nice things about having a blog is, you can put whatever you want on it. I mean it doesn’t have to be particularly relevant to anything, unless maybe you you are writing for an organization. Most blogs have a theme, as my is supposed to, but that can be pretty loose. So we write about what’s on our minds, or is happening at the moment. Maybe someone reads it, maybe not. Maybe it means something, maybe not.

Much of what is on my mind lately comes from the blogs I read about the Philippines, as I’ve pointed out before. Recently Bob (yes that Mindanao Bob fellow) wrote about the term ex-pat, and the discussion also covered the use of the term “Hey Joe”, which is often used to acknowledge any American (or those thought to be) in the Philippines. Bob’s not fond of the term, I don’t mind it.

I was thinking about why I don’t mind it, and of course as I mentioned, it may be because I don’t hear it on a daily basis. But I think it is more than that. I can not hear the term “Hey Joe” without it conjuring up the tune from Jimi Hendrix. This was one of his songs that I really liked, and remember well from my high school days. Though I was not as big a fan of Hendrix, as were some of my friends, being a guitar player it was impossible not to acknowledge his talent and influence. I hear Jimi singing “Hey Joe” in my head every time I hear the two words together.

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The song and lyrics have nothing to do with the term being used by filipinos, but that doesn’t matter to me. It’s not something that happens consciously – it just goes off……..Hey Joe………where you going….with that gun in your hand…..

I wonder what Jimi would have thought about being called “Hey Joe” while visiting Pearl Farm (see I made it relevant after all). ;-)