#Mandatorygestureofpropitiation Young dies who is dear to the gods...
James "Jimi" Marshall Johnny Allen Hendrix (1942-1970) Guitarist, singer.
The Guitarist.
No need for clichés, he is so well-known that, globally, he brushes against the popularity that my cousin had in the neighborhood, enjoying huge approval among both young males and females, to put it in the right proportions.
In his veins, along with music, flowed Chicano, Cherokee, and African American blood.
To avoid jail, at nineteen, he chooses military service, where, in any case, he does not show any promising signs of himself and is discharged early. Struggling, struggling, and struggling under the pay of orchestras and rhythm and blues groups, he learns discipline and respect for the other musicians in the group and to moderate his solos that, from the very beginning, prove to be unusually powerful, dissonant, and rich in pathos, as well as palpable energy and enviable technique.
Three studio albums plus about five hundred live recordings make up the legacy upon which anything wanting to bear the title of Rock is based. The backdrop varies between a significant and abundant supply of women, as he was endowed by Mother Nature with an ample supply below the belt, and heavy drugs of every kind, with a particular inclination towards acid and its related family.
Cause of death: Asphyxia, induced by a bout of vomiting, at night, after taking an excessive dose of a barbiturate he had been using for a long time along with alcohol.
He is buried at Greenwood Memorial Park in Renton, Washington.
The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Purple Haze (Live at the Atlanta Pop Festival) 