All Along the Watchtower, Looking for Jimi

I always loved the music Jimi Hendrix created with his guitar. He was a artist extraordinare, a musical genius if you will. And as so many musicians and artists tragically do, he died young. There are those who have a major impact on our lives, whom we can't help but shed a tear for, even long after they left for realms unknown. It is a magical experience when a piece of music, or literature, or a painting or picture, or a film, reaches into our world and moves us to some place we would not have never gone if we had not experienced what that musician, artist, writer, or cinematographer, had created and shared with us. 
I sometimes feel I have become too complacent in the midst of my little life, and allowed my world to become a bit too vanilla. But then, as if heaven sent, someone's artistic gift reaches out and touches me, and my eyes are opened in a new/different way.
So. This is homage to all the Jimi Hendrix's, alive or dead, whether they wield a musical instrument (including, of course, a beautiful voice), a pen or keyboard, a pencil or brush, or a camera of any kind. I can give nothing but my deep appreciation, and very humble gratitude. 
That is my "piece" for today. If you are in the US, you might have expected a comment on the "sequester". But you already should know where I stand. In a word, the Republicans are evil, and must be destroyed (to misquote a famous horror movie line). 
As for my current state, I'm quite exhausted. I managed to get up in time this morning to get in a decent jog for the first time in a few days. Had quite an interesting conversation with some of my English learning friends at the Library, as well way too much food, ie, pesto pizza, Chinese spring rolls, as well as other assorted things. Anyroad, now I am going to play couch cowboy, give Eddie headrubs, and maybe get some reading done. Purely for pleasure, of course. 
So. Look out for trouble, in all its devious forms, and treat each other well.