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Lately I’ve been listening to almost nothing but the musical stylings of Jimi Hendrix.  One of my favourite musicians for as long as I can remember riding my bike down to one of the local record stores growing up in my home town, Hendrix has mesmerized and inspired me with his fantastic guitar playing.  I still remember the first time I heard him play (and I’m sure I’m not alone in this), in Wayne’s World (1992) when Garth approaches his dream girl in Stan Mikita’s Donuts in time with Foxey Lady (along with a few Hendrix covers performed by Tia Carrere).  I must have been living under a rock until a couple days ago when I realized one final album (not to be confused with the many others compiled posthumously) had been released by Hendrix’s family after regaining control of his recordings in 1997.  An approximation of the album he would have put out if not for his untimely passing, First Rays Of The New Rising Sun is a testament to Hendrix’s creative ability.  Along with Pink Floyd, David Bowie and a few others, Jimi Hendrix is one of my favourite musicians of that era to explore other-worldly subject matter, truly defining space rock.