I wish Jimi had lived a happier life. I love his work and I see the colors he wanted me to see in his music, even in my dreams. A Band of Gypsys is my favorite album, of all time. He dealt with (manic) depression, and during those times, when his colors were lost in gray, his lyrics and self-image reflected morbidly and that sadness that belonged only to him would eclipse his eternal image.
Being set for life, after death, isn't a bad thing. Think about what that really means. I love Jimi Hendrix and I know his electric star is flying through the Universe at great speeds. I'm honored to have had his light before me.
Thank you Jimi
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