Seattle’s golden prince of shred, Jimi Hendrix, choked on his own vomit on this day in 1970 after a party in London. He was 27-years-young.

One of the most infamous members of the 27 Club, Hendrix revolutionized the wily bend of the modern rock riff, iconically captured at Woodstock when he reinterpreted “The Star-Spangled Banner” into a feedback freak-out of a wailing trip. He also forged one of the pillars of punk with his Monterey Pop Festival fire-guitar stunt, following a performance of “Wild Thing.” Call it theatrics though, compared to his indelible spirit in his quiet moments, when his poet muscle flexed something Dylan-strong, as on chill-out psych-blues staple, “The Wind Cries Mary,” eerily questioning his own footprint in the last verse:

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with his crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary