The Birth Of Cool...

Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music. ~Jimi Hendrix~ Fitting way to start things, after all it's Hendrix who started me down this path of obsessing over music. As far back as I can recall, and sometimes it's not that far back, music has always had a place in my life. Growing up it was a soundtrack to my weekends and my sleepless nights. I grew up listening to everything from Motown to rock to jazz and what seems like everything else in between. Those who know me, know I have a rather large amount of music, whether it be on CD or LP. I have just about everything from early blues, to punk, to jazz, to genre defying heavy metal. It's been somewhat of an obsession since my teens. I love discovering new bands and unearthing classics. I grew up with parents who believed music was an essential part of life. My mother always playing jazz, oldies, and some classic rock. My father on the other hand was more of the rocker. When it was me and him the playlist usually included the likes of Hendrix, Joplin, Clapton, and Zappa. Somewhere in my teens I started to appreciate the music more and more. I found myself immersed in Hendrix. The way the guitar sounded, the way he made that guitar wail so beautifully. My father was a huge Hendrix fan. Every year we found different and sometimes odd Hendrix things to get him. One Xmas I got him a cassette of 'The Ultimate Experience' from Hendrix. It was the latest greatest hits package the family had issues at the time. From the album, I knew music was gonna be an obsession. I recently stumbled upon that album and after turning it to 11, I realized how much I loved that album. I thought back to all those times we played that tape on the weekends and just jammed out to it, like there wasn't a care in the world. Three years ago I lost my father suddenly. I remember coming home and listening to 'The Wind Cries Mary', I couldn't keep it together. Somehow through it all music got me through all the dark times. Few months after his death I was in my local record shop at the time in AZ, Zia Records, and on the wall the had a huge framed poster of Axis:Bold As Love. I really didn't have the money to buy it, but I did anyways. I thought what better way to honor him then that. I went back to my apartment and hung it on the wall so the first things you saw was that giant poster. I've moved around some and the poster currently sits in a closet until the next move. But it will always serve as a reminder to the man who opened my eyes and my ears to a world of great things. So welcome to a place where the jukebox will always play something new and something old. Grab a cold one and enjoy the tunes.

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