Private James Marshall Hendrix of the 101st Airborne, playing guitar at Fort Campbell Kentucky 1962

Every once in a while I come across a photo that is so mesmerizing all I can do is sit and stare at it. When this happens time seems to stop, I transport myself to that place, imagining what the subjects would have been feeling, thinking, saying. I was lucky enough to have that happen tonight with this photo. When it comes to someone like Jimi Hendrix it is easy to forget that they are a real person, doing real things. Could the soldier playing the drums possibly recognize the greatness that was to come? How could he not?

In his post Jay-Z and the Dixie Chicks, Dave wrote that there are really only three types of music: Classical, Jazz, and Pop. He was saying that the average listener will turn on the radio and hear a diverse array of music from different backgrounds, genres, and styles, but in reality they are all pop music and therefore more similar than dissimilar. This strikes a chord (music pun) with listeners who in someway define themselves by their musical tastes. I'm sure you all know someone who will throw out blanket statements like "I hate country music." or "rap sucks". Dave makes the point that structurally, all this music is similar (the same?) and the differences exist in surface level texture and marketing.