I've read this story, I'm not sure if it's true, but let's just go with it: When Jimi Hendrix first met the only woman he had a really, long term relationship, who he wrote "The Wind Cries Mary" about, he saw her in some restaurant...or club or something. He went up to her and said, "Man, I don't know why, but I really want to kiss your knee. Can I kiss your knee?" And he did. I love...pasta.
