(From 'Memories 3')
It was May 8, 1970. Somehow, I’d managed to fly under the parental radar. Nothing to worry about. Just an eighth-grader going to see freaking Jimi Hendrix!
Epic, I know. I was actually more into Chicago and Creedence Clearwater. But, even at 14, I sensed that the Hendrix concert in OU’s tiny Field House was going to be legendary, that music historians would write about it for decades. So, trying to behave like a cool high school guy, I squashed onto the basketball floor along with at least 900,000 other people...