Jimi hendrix was a God. Is a God. Forget it man, he's the king. You know it. The moment those first few notes of Purple Haze come into your membrane you can't help but groove out to the amazing tunes that are caressing your eardrums. He came out of nowhere. Nobody trained him to be a musical savant! It was sheer human will I say! Pure will of the spirit!.
His family was a poor working class family living in washington. His father had an extra finger on his hand that used to freak out Jimi's friends. Hell Jimi didnt need any friends anyways, he had his guitar. Well when he was younger all he played on was a broomstick until his father finally caved and bought him his first guitar.
A musical wonder he played on his guitar all day, copying the syfi sounds he would hear on television. It was far out, the love this kid had for his guitar and so beautiful. He lost his mother at a young age. His father actually took him out and gave him a shot of whiskey the day of his mothers burial. His father said this is how men grieve. It was just Jimi and his guitar, he knew in his mind though, that kid knew he was gonna go far.
I've read multiple books on Jimi Hendrix's life and have seen several documentaries. If you would like to see more posts like this please let me know in the comments section!