It was September 18, 1970. I was a freshman in college. That morning, I was in my dorm room listening to an FM radio music station. The disc jockey broke into a song with a bulletin. Jimi Hendrix was dead. I left my room to walk around the dorm. I ran into a friend who idolized Hendrix. When I broke the news, he fell to his knees in tears and grief.
What would Jimi Hendrix be doing if he lived to 80?
In the nineties, one of the great albums of all time was released: Jimi Hendrix’s Blues.