I also wanted to say that I have just finished reading Room Full of Mirrors: A Biography of Jimi Hendrix by Charles R Cross.
I bought it in India and I only just managed to complete it, albeit at the expense of other stuff but… who cares! Hurhur.
Anyway, the book was really sad, and some stuff in it resonated with me.
But more importantly, I feel kinda fired up to want to listen to more of Hendrix’s music and be a better guitarist - both acoustically and electrically.
Though truthfully, it has always been a matter of prioritisation because there are so many things I want to do but not enough time to complete them all.
So again, one step at a time.
Before I end, I’m going to say something stupid which might irritate some people but… who cares! Hurhurhur.
When I die ah…
Okay, not being suicidal here but perhaps bordering on morbid.
There was this section in the book about Hendrix’s funeral and it was like ‘celebrate good times come on’ lah.
So as I have tried to impress on all of you many times, when I die, it must also be a party yar.
You wanna cry, it’s okay, but more importantly, we’re gonna have music, we’re gonna have poetry recitals, we’re gonna have play readings, we’re gonna have booze, we’re gonna have fun and all the other explicit stuff that I cannot mention in public, in keeping with persona.
BUT BUT BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY: I want one more thing now.
I want dinosaurs. Everywhere. All kinds - T. rexes, all your ceratops, raptors, various sauropods and whatever strikes your fancy.
Dinosaurs. Remember that, ladies and gents.
Rawr!

