Somewhere between the murky, secluded sixth and seventh grades, I saw a TV spot for an upcoming magic special in which a then unknown young man performed a card trick straight towards the camera. Not only did he know what card I had seen in his deck but he changed another card into that same card right before my eyes. The young man's name was David Blaine, and the special was called Street Magic. By now we're probably all familiar with David Blaine, and his deadpan style of magic and physical feats, but something that people probably don't remember about his first couple of TV specials is how great the music was. Let me tell ya, it was really good. My oncoming obsession with the David Blaine specials (I recorded them live on VHS, and watched them over and over again) was also my introduction to Dr. John, Sly & The Family Stone, Innervisions-era Stevie Wonder, and, most importantly, Jimi Hendrix.
Sure, I had heard Hendrix before; I vaguely knew "Purple Haze" and "Foxey Lady," and I knew he was considered a legend; but it wasn't until I watched David Blaine walking out of a tunnel in New York City to the wah-wah-ed intro to "Voodoo Child (Slight Return)" that I really heard Jimi Hendrix. Now I'm sure to those folks who were musically aware pre-Street Magic this introduction might not garner major record store cred, but to my twelve-year-old self, this combination of sound and image was monumentally cool.