The Youngest Hippie

I remember talking to my friends in school about Jimi Hendrix dying. Nobody knew who I was talking about. I was five years old.

Growing up the youngest of my family I was immersed in all sorts of music. My brother and sister got me hooked on the Beatles. I remember the first time I heard Jimi Hendrix growing up as I just remember thinking “What is that?!” as the tortured sounds of Voodoo Chile Slight Return hit my young ears…