Jimi Hendrix Experience.
If this was the summer of 1970 then i would've had a lovely ambition. I would want to have been born in Seattle, to be black, to be Jimi Hendrix. I want a burst of afro ablaze in a bank of stage lights, to own a corona of genius. I ache in bed listening to "Purple Haze" over and over again; next night its "All Along The Watchtower." I want to be one of the chosen, one of the possessed. To soak a guitar in lighter fluid, burn baby burn, to smash it to bits to the howl of thousands. I want to be a crazy man like Jimi Hendrix.
This was found in my journal dated to the time when i was in 6th grade. I doubt if i was cool enough to write it on my own. But after hearing how wacky i was as a kid i wouldn't be surprised if i wrote it myself.
I think Hendrix is going to get me into a lot of trouble. The other day I was walking down the street completely engrossed in I dont remember what and Singing "Foxy Lady" (Not realising I was singing it aloud) and at the end of the song i did a little jig (yes in the middle of the road with people around from work).
Embarrased, yes I was.