Purple days

A thousand films I saw that student year.
The first three months passed in the screening room
As every image left a mark or smear—
Absorbed, like Truffaut, in the flickering gloom.
Abruptly, with the spring sun, radical
And unexpected transformation bit.
Departure, not renewal. Musical
Weird happenings: the Ufo Club was it.
The city walls were shaken when the mode
    Of music changed, as blinking from the dark
        I stumbled. Life had caught me unawares.
My g-g-generation struck the motherlode.
    But I, not it, was outta sight (black mark)
        When Jimi Hendrix called on friends downstairs.