A tragedy

// I’ve been listening to the music, to the riffs, to his voice through ”The Wind Cries Mary”, ”Hey Joe” and ”All Along The Watchtower” since I was a child. Even when I didn’t want to listen my father played his songs and jammed his songs on his own guitars in the living room while I at last fell asleep in my bedroom. Jimi has been a part of my life since I was born, but it’s not until now I know the real story.

Of course I’ve known the cause of his death, the joining of 27 club and a bit of his history, but while reading through the internet, through Wikipedia and whilst googling quotes and interviews, I feel a deep anxiety. I’m having hard to breathe and I feel such pain for Hendrix. I know he lived his life just as he wanted to, but still I feel sick to my stomach from listening to the music, truly understanding him. I guess.

27 club in general scares me. Deep inside I have a fear of dying the year I turn 27, even though I know I don’t have and will never have drug problems or any issue that will cause my early death. Still, I feel stressed about the whole 27 club-thing. It’s depressing how such fantastic artists as Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Amy Winehouse and Kurt Cobain. I can’t help myself from wondering what would’ve come next if it wasn’t for their death. The fantastic music that would’ve kept being released. Most of them died because of drugs and alcohol. It’s a tragedy what stress, accomplishment-anxiety and the drugs do to people who could’ve had longer lives with love, families and great music.

It’s a total tragedy. //