Hendrix

Dear Jimi,

I really wish you would come back and teach these kids about living on the edge. Maybe you could play them a somber rendition of Little Wing and tell them about how, sometimes, when you bend the rules they can break you into a million effervescent shreds of subdued rebellion. I know you don't like to share some things though.
All I really want is for you to play like you did. Music doesn't feel the same any more Jim, not that I ever knew how it did. Nowadays everything is dead.
Give us a soundscape we can build generations on. Pick that guitar like a scab, until you bleed yourself over the fretboard, and women throw their underwear at your red hands. Sure, some kids might say you don't make sense, but they would be the same ones that have trouble following anything besides dance steps and synthetic snares.
Tell us how to listen Jim. Play us through lost lifetimes, until you lose your temporal disposition. Save us.

sincerely,
Matt.

p.s. do Biggie and Pac still biker over street cred?