“By the time he was nine, he was already trying some solos.” Fred smiled. “Unlike you, Jimi, this little boy didn’t have such a cool mom.”

“What was she like?”

“She… didn’t have much time for him, let’s say. And… because of that, the little boy spent most of his days locked in his room. That’s how he got really good at playing. But… it still wasn’t enough.”

“And the little boy’s dad?” I asked.

“He had to split his time… but in the end, his wife always ...