My boyfriend and I named our son Sawyer Hendrix, his first name is his paternal great grandmother's last name and, of course, Hendrix is after Jimi Hendrix. Starting on the car ride home from the hospital (and during every car ride since) if my iPod shuffles to a Jimi Hendrix song he will begin crying. He has even awoken from a dead sleep and began crying if Purple Haze or Fire begins playing. He hates the music of the man he is named after. The only song he really seems to enjoy is Ella Fitzgerald's Summertime. I am getting so sick of that song.