Personally, for me the summer between 7th and 8th grade was a brisk one.
Only accompanied by my solitude, guitar, and my love for Jimi Hendrix, my days were often spent noodling around on my guitar and listening to Hendrix, religiously. Those three albums totally drove me wild. I couldn’t get enough of those albums, day and night over and over Hendrix remained on the turntable. But I reached a point that I remember very clearly. The time I had left for summer break was growing thin, and I needed to get as much out of every day as I could. So I began learning all of these Hendrix tunes, Voodoo Child,
Purple Haze, Little Wing, all of the great guitar riffs the songs that I had listened to so many times, what I worshipped. And after many hours