50 years ago today….the music truly ceased.
Today is the 50th anniversary of the death of rock legend Jimi Hendrix….
Hendrix was born in Seattle in 1942, and was raised mainly by his father Al, since his mother struggled with family life.
Already as a child, Jimi was crazy about playing the guitar. Coming from a poor background, he never considered going to college, and joined the army in 1961 instead, a way for young Black men to make a decent living.
But after spending only one year with the paratroopers, Hendrix broke his ankle during a jump and had to be discharged from duty. That’s when Hendrix started to accompany different R&B bands.
He went on tour with the Isley Brothers, Little Richard and many other stars of those days; his turf was the so-called Chitlin’ Circuit, an association of African-American dance clubs dotted across the eastern and southern United States. His start in the music business was anything but easy, yet Hendrix got to learn from some of the best and fiercest performers of his time.
I was fortunate enough to see Jimi in a club called the “Oleo Strut”…..the club held about 200 people and it cost me 2 dollars to get in the door.
Let me close out the week with a few Hendrix songs….and remember.
All Along The Watch Tower…..
Jimi has been missed for 50 years….without his guitar we wind up with crap like Nickleback.
The Real Day The Music Died.
“lego ergo scribo”