‘Are You There, Jimi Hendrix? It’s Me, Ken the Ghost Hunter.’
Combing under the 30-foot-high marble dome encasing Jimi Hendrix’s grave, ghost hunter Ken Arnold scans AM/FM radio frequencies with his SB11 Spirit Box. Nothing but static fizzles from the device speaker. No signs of Jimi arise. No purple or purple adjacent haze of violet or boysenberry. No one ’scusing themselves to kiss the sky. No […]