Hendrix music was spoiled for me from college years, which is sad, I know. I actually lived in the dorm for my first year of college and my next door neighbor was a big Hendrix fan. The problem with that was that he was also mostly deaf (my school shares a campus with NTID) so in order for him to enjoy Hendrix, which was all he ever played, he played it at wall rattling volume....at all hours of the day and night. This got old real fast, as did pounding on his door with no response, and many heated arguments. We eventually sorted things out, but not before I was permanently scarred by hearing Hendrix music when it was anything but my choice, at volumes that could rattle your fillings if you were in the same room, on a really crappy system that had been wrung out from pushing it way too far. For the life of me I cannot remember why he just didn't want to use headphones...I think he preferred feeling the music as well, which I can completely understand, though not from the perspective of hearing impairment. I've been lately trying to get to know Hendrix music again in a different light, but that's coming slowly and is not without some flashbacks to those college years. I'll check out that album...I do have it - thanks. Hendrix is buried not far from where I live, and recently I photographed two of his Strats for a book on guitars I worked on, so I have a bit of curious incentive to learn more about him and his music.
