“Purple haze all in my eyes, uhh, don’t know if it’s day or night. You got me blowin,’ blowing’ my mind. Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?”
It was both. For those of us still around to listen to the music, this is the tomorrow he crooned about so long ago. Unfortunately for him, it was the end of time, at least on this earthly plane.
His memory obviously lives on, however. My own personal poll of younger people (which is to say 25- to 30-somethings) surprised me. All knew the name, though the younger they were the more unsure they were of details regarding his music or life.
In its own way, this youthful acknowledgment was comforting. The fact he is still a recognizable entity with people 35 years my junior means my generation — ancient though we may be — can still claim some measure of cultural relevance – even if it does only hang by a thread.