On tomorrow's date, September 18th of 1970 Jimi Hendrix was found dead at the age of 27. His iconic sound seared in the footsteps of a soul burning his light far too bright for this plane of existence. We owe a whole lot of what we know about hard music to Jimi twisting and tuning his instrument to his possessed ear and entrancing his generation as well as those echoing past. Just as the artist broke from realism and gopped paint onto a canvas and morphed his muse to a surreal ballet of movement and distortion, Jimi turned guitar rock into an interstellar experience. Drop by Rock Star Martyr on the anniversary of his death tomorrow for a new article citing fact and legend, myth and corroboration and a story that will cut both ways from Joebot's silver forked tongue. Here's the artwork which will accompany his words as our project continues and we commemorate the passing of the legends of music on the anniversary of their deaths.
|"Purple Haze" inks on bristol / 2011|