He Don't Live Today (Sorry): My Noel Redding Experience

LET ME TELL YOU: The very first "real" concert I was ever allowed to attend as a wee Canadian tyke just so happened to be none other than the Jimi Hendrix Experience at Toronto's Maple Leaf Gardens, May of 1969. Now I'd already been a fervent fan for a couple'a years, having spent most of my Grade 8 art class making swirly sketches of Jimi in charcoal when I should have been studying the still fruit life, plus needles to say the Are You Experienced? elpee was right up there (well, almost) with the Monkees' Headquarters on my Summer of Love’s Most-Played List.