Jimi Hendrix, born November 27, 1942, was an iconic musician and counterculture icon. Like many of his contemporaries, he succumbed to drugs, dying in his sleep. His electric guitar playing still resonates today, exploring sounds and techniques that were far ahead of his time. His performance (and subsequent burning of his guitar) at Woodstock remains, for many, the defining image and sound of the 1960s. He continues to be placed on “best of lists” nearly 50 years after his death.


Hendrix’s cultural impact is witnessed by the continued interest in his brief life. An upcoming biopic, documentaries, a children’s book and inspiration for a museum in his hometown dot the landscape.

Yeah, sing the song, Bro’
If the sun refuse to shine,
I don’t mind, I don’t mind,
If the mountains fell in the sea,
let it be, it ain’t me.
Alright, ‘cos I got my own world to look through,
And I ain’t gonna copy you.

Now if 6 turned out to be 9,
I don’t mind, I don’t mind,
Alright, if all the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don’t care, I don’t care.
Dig, ‘cos I got my own world to live through
And I ain’t gonna copy you.

White collared conservative flashing down the street,
Pointing their plastic finger at me.
They’re hoping soon my kind will drop and die,
But I’m gonna wave my freak flag high, high.
Wave on, wave on

Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me
Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can’t dress like me.
Sing on Brother, play on drummer.
If 6 was 9