Linda Lewis :
When I met Jimi Hendrix in 1968 there was a huge buzz about this otherworldly arrival from the U.S. Jimi came into the Bag O'Nails club in Soho, where I was playing, and sat at a table with half-a-dozen beautiful girls.
Later, he came backstage to tell me he thought the show was really cool. Jimi was small in the flesh and had no pretension about him. We had a joint together. He spoke in a whisper.
Fame didn't treat Jimi well. He had too many people giving him drugs and telling him he was brilliant.
He wanted to pretend he was a tough guy, but he wasn't. If someone took one tab of acid, he would take six.
The rock star image had become a monster, eating him up. He was like a little boy lost.
The last time I saw him was at Ronnie Scott's club in 1970. He looked really happy. A few days later he was dead.
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