"(...) to the Whisky to see the Experience and I just could't believe what I was seeing or hearing.
Before that, I'd never wanted to stand up on top of a table and screem.
On tour Jimi Hendrix was like a big brother to me.
Early on one of the plane engines caught fire when we were about to take off so I stood up on my seat and yelled
"Remember the Big Bopper !"
That really broke him up and we became close friends.
We would spend a lot of time together while the Monkees were off doing interviews becouse nobody was game enough to try to talk to Jimi Hendrix.
Underneath that afro was a real ordinary American.
I expected him to talk in tougues but all he wanted to talk about was Australia - koolas, kangeroos, all that stuff."
So cute a kid! So sweet!
Call me sissy, mais, de le lire vraiment apporté les larmes aux yeux...
Le premier Hendrix, que j'ai acheté, était Live At Isle of Wight. En 1971.
Avant, j'aimais les Beatles. Et ... The Monkees!
Je vous remercie, Brume.