This has been one of the longest, most miserable winters in recent memory. Temperatures have been averaging far lower than normal in the mid-Atlantic Piedmont, and there has been way, way too much snow and ice! This hasn't been good time for me. I've been house bound, I've been without power for days, I've had trees laying on the roof and against the house, I've risked my neck every time I stepped out onto the ice covered deck outside my door, and my electric bills have been the highest in years. In short, I have the blues.
Now if I"m going to suffer the blues, I'm going to seek out kindred spirits, and Robert Johnson and Blind Lemon Jefferson notwithstanding, there is no one I know of to commiserate with better than Jimi Hendrix. Ah, but you say, what has Jimi Hendrix got to do with the blues, wasn't he into psychadelia? Yes he certainly was, but had he lived, he would have rivaled Eric Clapton as one of the world's best blues guitarists, and in my opinion Clapton couldn't have touched him.
Got the blues? Check out Hendrix playing Red House.