When I got to college (yes, we're just ignoring the time I spent with country music in high school) I had a roommate who listened to nothing but AC/DC and, I don't know... Pantera?  Something like that.  It was obnoxious.  Probably only slightly more so than my heyday-of-Napster-download-as-many-former-top-40-songs-as-you-can playlist.  The next big breakthrough for me musically happened when I studied abroad.  We all got incredibly tired of the music we brought along, and started swapping, where upon I realized the breadth of my musical exposure was still far too narrow.  I needed to go digging.  A trip to a record store in Rome netted me 3 greatest hits CD's that I was willing to take a chance on: The Corrs (I doubt it came back from Europe with me), Meatloaf, and Jimi Hendrix.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0EMrJTgqgM

Meatloaf I enjoyed, but Hendrix... that was a revelation for me.  Maybe I'd just heard the same one or two songs too many times (I still don't really enjoy "Purple Haze") and didn't realize what he was really all about.  Whatever the case, I was surprised by Hendrix.  Listening to "The Wind Cries Mary" opened up something new for me.  It was subtle and beautiful and at the same time powerful.  Yes please.

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