Imagine this: it is 1968, a darkness-at-noon February winter, and you are about to see Jimi Hendrix at the Chicago Auditorium Theatre. You have just turned sixteen. You have seen the opening act, Soft Machine, and they are remarkable; you weren’t expecting greatness from an opening act, why should you?  But there it was. Years will go by and you will still remember that set. But as you are sixteen, you are young and stupid enough to be distracted by a disconcerting thought: maybe the light show that obscured the musicians during their entire set will continue through Jimi Hendrix …  [ read more ]