There was a time when I thought of myself as a “rock star” then in 1969 in a club called the “Oleo Strut” I got to see a musician named Jimi Hendrix and from the that day on I knew I would never be a “rock star”…..
I bring up Jimi because on this day , 18 September 1970 Jimi Hendrix passed leaving a huge hole in American music scene……
Jimi Hendrix left us on Friday, Sept. 18, 1970. He was only 27. He pretty much lived the way he wanted to. But his time to die came much too early.
Forty years later, it’s hard to express the shock and disbelief we music fans felt that morning as the word spread from London. Hendrix was a rock star, and rock stars just don’t die at 27. Sure, there had been other rock ‘n’ roll star deaths, probably the most famous involving “the day the music died,” the plane crash in Iowa that killed Buddy Holly, the Big Bopper and Ritchie Valens. But Jimi Hendrix had moved beyond being a mere rock star. He was a rock god. And gods just didn’t die, so we thought.
In memory of this superb musician I give you this “Best Hits” interlude……enjoy the trip back in time……
Time for me to take my leave….I shall return tomorrow….chuq