Coffeyville, Kansas, about 1967 or '68, walking home, maybe about eight or nine years old, from the west on 10th street. crossing to our alley at the end of the block.
About then I was surprised to hear really quite loud rock n roll, blasting down the alley way. I recall thinking Oh, some old people are gonna be yelling at someone about that. I walked on. Once I got a couple of backyards down the alley, it was obvious the sound was coming from OUR old carriage house garage, OUR HAYLOFT! (I'm guessing Dad wasn't home). You were singing, um, pretty much screaming actually, Purple Haze.
I went up to be in on this strange & amplfied wondrous happening. I was the kid, didn't get to stay long.
My second mind expanding shock of the day came maybe an hour or less later. I was on the screened in back porch, trying to make a tornado out of play-dough. It was then a quite attractive young lady, probably Joanne came walking towards me from the direction of the alley, with the bright sun behind her, silhouetting her form through a white and yellow cotton dress. I had never seen that back lighted kind of view before. Oh my.
I remember her smiling and talking to me(probably asking after you) as she came towards me. It was pretty amazing, perhaps, as I say, even mind-expanding to an impressionable eight or nine year old. Now I can't help but see her, that dress, or the old carriage house garage, whenever I hear Purple Haze.