A friend of my named, Bob, was staying in Los Angeles in the spring of 1968 when I was seventeen years old. Bob asked me, "Would you drive me to a rock concert at the Swing Auditorium in San Bernardino, California? I’ll pay for the gas and buy you a ticket to the concert if you’ll take me."
"Sure”, I replied, "Who’s playing?"
"It’s a really far out guy named Jimi Hendrix. He's the most bitchin dude I've ever heard. His group is called The Jimi Hendrix… Continue