Jimi just broke my heart, in passages like this:
"I think I'm a better guitarist than I ever was, but I have never been really good. Every year, like my writing, it slips further and further away. The music I might hear I can't get on the guitar."
On the other hand, I'm glad for him:
"I see miracles every day now...spirituality and things in the head, they're always there. I mean, it gets better and better all the time. I'm always having visions...It's out of what's directing me. What I was here in the first place to do."
And:
"Craziness is like heaven. Once you reach that point where you don't give a damn what everybody else is saying, you're going towards heaven."
I'm really glad I read Starting at Zero; I really knew so much less than I thought I did about Hendrix, his music (I really wasn't familiar with much other than the songs that got airplay, astonishing as they are), his life, and the circumstances of his passing. The book is comprised of nothing but his own words, with a few editorial notes tossed in here and there for context, so the reader is left on her own to draw conclusions about who Hendrix was and what happened to him.
My own conclusion is that he was a gentle, modest, brilliant man who gave the world his immeasurable gift and went on. And that he wasn't "crazy" in the least, unless you use his own definition of the word.
But the music industry must be one hell of a vicious machine.