I was walking by a tiny hole-in-the-wall beer joint in the French Quarter many years ago. A 3 piece band was crammed into a corner so tightly, I couldn't even see the drummer.
You could have convinced me Jimi was still alive, white and playing for tips in that joint. Whoever they were, they were awesome and really doing Hendrix's material justice. Crazy though, I was the only customer in the whole place.