Throwback: Black History Month: Jimi Hendrix

Today is the 20th day of Black History Month. Over the course of the month, I’ll spend some time paying tribute to Black artists across a wide and diverse array of genres and styles. My hope is that these posts should serve as an important reminder that the Black experience is the American experience, that Black culture is American culture — and importantly, Black lives and Black art matter. You can’t love Black art and Black artists without giving a shit about Black people. 

This month won’t be a comprehensive study of Black music. It’ll be more idiosyncratic because — well, JOVM after all. Now, if you’ve been following this site, you may recall that so far I’ve paid tribute to:

It can’t be Black History Month without talking about one of the greatest and most influential guitarists to have ever lived, one Mr. James “Jimi” Marshall Hendrix. It’s hard to imagine how music — especially rock — would sound if Hendrix didn’t exist or somehow didn’t pick up the guitar. That’s how important Jimi is.