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Once upon a time, there was someone timeless and his name was Johnny Allen Hendrix, but his friends just called him Jimi.
Al, his daddy, was a mixed-race Afro/Cherokee.
Lucille, his mom, gave birth to him at just 17 years old.
It is said that at an early age, using a cigar box with a rubber band stretched over it, he built his first musical instrument—this was a common practice among the poorest novice blues guitarists.
Legend has it that it was Frank Zappa who schooled him on the sonic possibilities produced by a new guitar effect destined to become ultra-famous: the "Wah Wah," of which Jimi became a psychedelic virtuoso.
He had two number ones at his back: John Graham Mitchell on drums & Noel David Redding on bass, with whom he formed the inimitable "The Jimi Hendrix Experience."
No lefty ever knew how to lick and make a guitar come the way he did.
In 3 months, he would have been a true 83-year-old "VDM," but illo left before that, suffocated by his own vomit, fifty-five summers ago and that’s that...