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johanincr
05-12-08, 12:48 PM
I thought this could be fun, entertaining and educative.

Found this thread on a totally unrelated site which brought about some seriously nice recollections:
http://www.thegearpage.net/board/showthread.php?t=367218

I've already read recollections of seeing Jimi live right here on CTT, but thought this might be a nice 'central' thread for that kind of thing.

(PS I havent seen Jimi live because i'm too young - we dont really need lots of posts saying 'i was too young too' as thats not fun, entertaining nor educative, Thank you! - We can always make a 'Official first time i heard Jimi' thread)

MourningStar
05-12-08, 06:05 PM
OK - Someone has to go 1st so I'll volunteer. I posted this here before. I guess all was lost during the 'face-lift' so here it is again :

My 1st post. I live in California and have been into Jimi Hendrix since the release of "Are You Experienced?" when in my early teens. For my 1st post I thought I would share with you all my first Jimi Hendrix concert experience. The 1st of many concerts I attended was his L.A. Forum gig in 1969. My parents gave in to my constant begging and drove me to the arena (too young to drive). They took in a local drive-in movie to wait out the show. I had my little cheapo Kodak Instamatic with me. Cat Mother And the All Night Newsboys came on first. Must have been a forgettable performance because I am unable to retreive the memory cells for this act. However, the next act, The Chicago Transit Authority, I recall fondly. A very good performance. Such that I became a fan all thru the Terry Kath years. At the time I never heard of them, but their cover of "I'm A Man" remains in memory. Also, they were so good I had decided to get as close to the stage as possible eventually getting to the very front row. Finally, it was time for Jimi. Oh, man! I was too close! The only thing I could hear was the guitar for the entire performance. Eventually the entire arena had wanted to get as close as possible and I and everyone around me were being pushed forward in a human wave. Finally we could go forward no more as we were now being crushed against the stage. Noel & Jimi were pleading to the crowd. Years later I bought a cd of this concert (it was part of a box set) and the pandemonium I have described is captured on it.

Here's a photo I took :
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- Marcos
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Emilovious
05-13-08, 05:11 PM
Great pic Mourningstar, did you by any chance take some more photos?
The quality isn't important.
They don't necessary need to be as nice as this one....

MourningStar
05-13-08, 05:19 PM
^
Yeah, I think I have two more and one of CTA playin' hide-n-seek around here somewhere - :p

relliott
05-15-08, 06:24 AM
Great LA Forum '69 shot. Any chance of posting a larger version of it?

I saw the Toronto May 3/69 show and will post my recollection of the show plus some rare photos that I have from it in a day or two.

Bob

Steev
05-16-08, 10:29 AM
GOOD MORNING ALL. I'm going out of town with my kid for 3 days (camping on a rainy beach with Cub Scouts-joy) But as I began to get ready this morning to go and hoping BIG TIME our site would go back up (I have a KILLER CD for ya).
I realized that this morning, just about this time, THIRTY EIGHT YEARS AGO-TODAY I was standing, 2nd in line at the main doors at Temple Stadium to see my mentor, Mr. Jimi Hendrix. I am running out so I don't know how much I will be able to get down here. As u all know I'm a "story teller" and dearly hope not to bore or offend. But I've never "spoken" this B4 & my old buds are long gone. I'm going to have to make this 2 parts. I was 15 years old and was punished by my dad in 1968 when Jimi played the Factory (13 yrs old) and in 1969 when he played the Spectrum (1st time Mitch used a double set). By 1970 I realized my dad was just a man who liked to say "No" & I should never have listened to him (regarding the shows). On May 16th 1970, I did not listen . . .
I had smoked dope twice and had never taken hallucinogens . . . . . . until 38 yrs ago today - Geeez. An interesting story. Suffice it to say, the 2 camera film rolls I bought ended up on 3 kids heads-as headbands *sob*
When we finally stormed in, we made ourselves comfortable, outside on the grass, and there was this guy who will remain anonymous [Joe] who kept crossing our paths every 15 mins or so . . . . HUGE grin, long hair, imported straight from Woodstock. Tripping his brains out. I was with my beast friends, the 2 Jeff's and we were all part of the "movement" from our quaint little houses in Cherry Hill NJ . . . . We were very young indeed.
I personally had my bags packed for the west coast twice, but never made it out the door, and the culture was all I ever felt, socially, in school, in my MUSIC. And Jimi, following the Beatles was my spiritual guide . . . .
So anyway, 1st band-some 3 piece jug band came on & did their thing, like intermission music (no offense). During this act, "Joe" stopped and said Hey man! to us made small talk & asked if we wanted to buy some Mescaline. He had me at "Hey man . . ."
We asked "How much?" (I'll skip the " 's from here on out). Well, it's 2 way man. $2.00 a hit. I must have looked confused cause he said, You know what 2 way is, don't you? Of COURSE I do . . (I had NO idea, but didn't want to appear stupid) I really just wanted to be removed from my parents world just then - even if only for 1 day (but it changed my entire life-that 1 day). He knew I was lying. Dude, you break it in half & split it between 2 people. There were 3 of us. 4 bucks. We all nodded. I said Give me 2. Joe's smile was maniacal by that point. I had never smiled like that B4 . . . What kind of inner feeling could bring on such a beautiful expression? I nervously reached into my pocket for a fiver and he stopped me. Woah dood ! ! Don't pay me now! What do you mean? I asked. He said, Listen, try it. If you like it, pay me then. So, of course I ask, How will you know? A HUGE grin rips across his face HA HA HA HA HA ! ! ! Don't worry man - I'LL KNOW HA HA HA HA ! ! ! ! We thank him & he went off to make the rounds. I believe the 2 Jeff's would never had done this had it not been for my feelings regarding this. We're standing there & I break a tab in 2 & hand it over. I broke the other & slipped the xtra half in my pocket. We held the halves up to each other and made a toast to our futures. I said, have an illuminating life my friends. May you both get what u want from life. Don't waste it. Death is forever. We took the tabs & had a 3 way group hug. They were setting up for "Jam Factory" (their one solo LP on Epic) That band was FANTASTIC. Like a funky Chicago (Horns). I bought the LP the next week . . . We were having tons of fun, but it was still me . . . As JF was in the middle of their set (25 mins had passed) My hair was on end-waiting :D I was such an idiot. I felt like a million years had passed and NOTHING! Except maybe a giggle-or 2 . . I'm saying to myself "This is it? This is what everybody's freaking out about?" So I look up at the sky, reach into my pocket and silently dropped the other half. (Moron) As I chewed it to a pulp & swallowed, I got off from the 1st half. . . JF closed down & CACTUS came on. Remember them? Carmine Appice/Jim McCarty? Well, after a brief "reality adjustment" everything became sublime and we decided to go for a walk & mingle. That's when I wandered to the sound board & chatted with the sound guy who promised, when I asked him to save some power for Jimi, there was plenty of power left. I never really "let it go" that entire day & was always in touch with myself and it was a very beautiful day indeed. I told the sound guy I was tripping, wish I wasn't for that moment & he had a bit of compassion, knowing I wanted to talk about the sound, the equipment and Jimi Hendrix and so we sat for about 30-45 mins & rapped. He showed & taught me everything he knew while tweaking that sorry system. He even changed levels for me to see if I heard the difference coming off the stage. Way Cool. There WAS a cassette machine there & it never ever dawned on me to ask . . . Which is a horrible shame, because when it came right down to it, regardless of what Steve Miller said (who went on just B4 JH & claimed JH smelled bad, was in a horrible frame of mind & looked out of it) Temple was one of the best shows I actually recall in that last year. Hendrix's Machine Gun, Red House & a rare JBG were absolutely inspired. And the surviving tape is pretty bad. I still listen to it once a week :-)
I'm going to have to cut this short in a minute & get ready to split.
When we got back to our seats, Cactus was over & they were setting up for The Grateful Dead. Every half hour or so, "Joe" remember Joe? would ramble by. If I was on 1 hit, this guy was on 4. One last time B4 I forgot about him, business-wise, I asked him if he wanted his $4.00. He almost remembered me and jumped. Did u like it???? I nodded and said, Yes, very much. He said Well, I know it's your 1st time. It's a gift my friend. We hugged each other around our heads & he moved on.
I was never really a Dead-Head, as all my other friends were, and I was always on overload with them, always hearing enough of them when my friends played them. Still St. Stephen, Box of Rain & lots from Working Man's Dead are among my favorite pieces. I just didn't get it. I was dissecting 3rd Stone From the Sun & the Dead were just from that "other place". I'm trying not to offend here, so let me move on. They played for about 1 1/2 hrs & lo & behold it began to pour. LITTLE WOODSTOCK. I was tripping so heavily by this point, nothing in my life mattered except one thing WHERE WAS JIMI HENDRIX? The stagehands set up tarps on stage for what seemed like about an hour while we waited for the rain to stop. That's when one of the Jeff's dissected my camera and wrapped the film I was saving around his head. I put my head in my hands & had my 1st bad experience of the day. When the rain stopped, I expected "whoever" was coming on next to hurry & let Hendrix play.
Ladies & gentlemen: The Grateful Dead were back. They played for about 2 hours more, I believe, while I twirled my fingers in the mud. I just felt like they were never ever going to stop. Like I had died and this was never going to leave. I'm grinning widely as I type this, remembering this day so many years ago. How stupid and "green" I was. Had Temple just been a regular concert (opening act & headliner) this day would have never unfolded as it did. But this was BIG. And most of it was very cool. I just never had a taste for the Dead ever again after this day. Though I admit, a friend made me listen to the 15 min Terrapin Sta. last year & I'm very fond of it. So, it's getting dark, the skies are now clear & the stars are coming out. A beautiful night, and they introduce Steve Miller. The "Sailor" Steve Miller. The original band. I was starting to come down a bit and they were WONDERFUL! I remember this story he did about this Humming Bee, A girl HB & a boy HB :-) and they did Livin in the USA & ALL the toons that band was known for & I felt wonderful. But where was Hendrix? . . . .
I feel stupid leaving now but I must. And besides I'm probably at my limit.
If this has just been a bore, let me know. But the very best is yet to come.
I've never spoken of this day to anybody so this is an extraordinary experience for me. If it's boring you guys, please let me know. I'll try to finish up in a couple hours B4 I go. I'm going to post this "episode" :D
and then sit for a moment of silence in reverence for this man who changed EVERYTHING. It's staggering how everything changed not only when the 1st notes of Purple Haze oozed out of my table radio that day in late 1966 but the connection is sooo strong I'm at a loss how to describe in words what happened. But it's ALL GOOD! And I'm so sad he is no longer with us & as lucky as we are to have what he left us. A gift. An absolute. I always felt there was no such thing.
I'll get on in a bit if I can to finish. I am so rambling. And I'm sorry.
Peace my friends - Steve
Yeah-I was out there. Maybe some of you were also?
I'm going to try a pic here & see if it works
http://img3.pictiger.com/7ce/15238568_th.jpg (http://steev.pictiger.com/images/15238568/)

Steev
05-16-08, 10:38 AM
Pic didn't work-Shit-Another try . . . .
http://steev.pictiger.com/images/15238568/

<a href="http://www.pictiger.com" ><img src="http://img3.pictiger.com/7ce/15238568.jpg" border="0" /></a>

Again, a big NO. :piss1:
I thought I did what u guys told me to do. Gotta go.
Peace Light and MUSIC!

Emilovious
05-16-08, 06:58 PM
Stanks for the post Steev, not boring at all but slightly frustrating...
To stop right before Jimi's appearance!?
You better hurry and finish the story or I'll be really p...ed at you...lol - (joke)

MourningStar
05-16-08, 09:46 PM
^
ditto! - :woohoo:

Emilovious
05-20-08, 09:19 PM
Since Steev has no intention to continue his story (was the trip "peaking" right during the Jimi's set?) and nobody else wants to share "point blank range" Jimi experience, here's another eyewitness story from an old "The Gear Page" thread about Jimi:

I WAS THERE TOO!!!!

I saw Hendrix several times in concert, but the first time may have been the most incredible musical 'experience' I had in the 60s.

One day we got a strange phone call from a musician friend in Windsor, Ontario - we lived in Hamilton, Ontario. He insisted that we had to come to Windsor right away, because there was a band that was going to play that weekend in Ann Arbor, Michigan (across the border). He said we were going to be completely and totally blown away because the guitarist was better than Clapton. We gasped! How could this be possible? Who could it be? He said he had an album from England that wasn’t even released yet in the US.

Intrigued, a group of us went down to Windsor and I remember when we all first heard the album… Are You Experienced, by The Jimi Hendrix Experience. We were stunned and shocked. We had never heard music or guitar playing like that before. Where did this guy come from? This is who we’re going to hear? Imagine our anticipation.

So we went to the club in Ann Arbor that Saturday night. Just a small club and a hundred people at most. I stood right in front of the 2' high stage, literally within arm’s reach of Jimi and watched the whole set at point blank range. He played so incredibly well that night that we were utterly devastated. We hid in the bathroom (poor, starving musicians) to stay for the second show and it was just as good as the first....

...In fact, during the last song, he smashed his amp (Marshall stack) and guitar (white Fender Strat), and during the frenzy, I got his guitar strap, which I used proudly on my gigs as a badge of honor for years to come. I gave the strap away in 1971 to a good friend, but he can’t remember who he gave it to (40 lashes).

On the drive home from the club, we were like a car full of vegetables. There was dead silence. We didn’t know what to say. We were in a stupor. It was overwhelming to say the least. I learned many years later while reading a coffee book by Noel Redding that Hendrix had just been kicked off the Monkees tour and they were languishing in New York, when the call for this gig came through. Lucky for us. In the book, he couldn’t remember if it was Detroit or Ann Arbor. I remember vividly.

Well, needless to say, as soon as Are You Experienced came out in North America, we were the first band to play a collection of Hendrix tunes. Being the good copycat that I was, and having had the benefit of direct close up observation (he used a black Fuzz Face), I was able to faithfully recreate some of the sonic magic that is embodied in Hendrix’s music and guitar playing (yes, I even played with my teeth) – what to speak of wearing his guitar strap while doing it – big time mojo!

Roland Stone
05-21-08, 01:27 AM
Great stories here! I saw Jimi 4 times, and yet I was only 16 years old when he died. I was at the L.A. Forum in 69 and 70. Newport 69 (Friday night) and Ventura County Fairgrounds 70. The closest I got was about 8 rows back at Ventura. The best shows were at the Forum but my seats weren't too good. In fact I spent most of those shows dodging toga wearing Forum employees who kept trying to send me back to my nosebleed seats.

MourningStar
05-21-08, 10:37 AM
... I was at the L.A. Forum in 69 and 70. Newport 69 (Friday night) ...
Hi RS - I was at these as well. Cool to come across someone who shared the same earth time & space. I would love to hear more. For example :

At the 69 Forum show, like I mentioned above, as I was getting crushed up against the stage the show was delayed somewhat during this 'crisis'. What was your take/reaction?

At Newport 69 (I went to Sunday's too, btw), this performance has widely been reviewed as quite negative. I have to disagree. I thought it was a great show for as late as it happened. True, Jimi got pissed but he had good reason to, seeing as how a bunch of jerks up near the stage were behaving like ..."jerks". We had a great time, but it was a long day and, like Jimi, were glad when it was finished.

At the 70 Forum it's been reported that there was a large closed-circuit big-screen. I did not see it. Did you?

Steev
05-21-08, 02:39 PM
EMIL - That is Sooooo unkind - And Unfair. I was out of town. Now I might NEVER finish it :D
Roland & Mourningstar - I sooooooooooooooo Envy you both! And I was only 15 when he passed. . .
Had I listened to my father, I might NEVER have seen him.
Had I NOT listened I'd have seen him 2 more times.
You live & learn my friends . . . .
I'll finish my "anti-climactic" story tonite.
Yes Emil - I was tripping my brains out and very very upset to be doing so on this particular night.
But I made up PLENTY for it afterwards ! ! ! I'll show me :D
Back later all - That does mean Peace - Not this . . . . .

Emilovious
05-22-08, 05:03 AM
C'mon Steev, can't you see how anxious I am to hear the end of the story?

Considering the other half you dropped thinking you're not experiencing anything,
same thing happened to me when I was about the same age as you were,
but I wasn't "dropping" halfs, but whole acids....so after 6 or 7 hours of the best time in my life, 2 or 3 hours of total paranoia finally came a total black-out (!!) but about that in detail some other time and another thread (site?)...
So to tell you the truth that why I'm so impatient to hear the rest of the story because concert I've heard that evening was still the best one in my life even it was played by a street musician on Amsterdam's Leidseplain (!!??). So I'd really like to hear what impressions on you must have left one Jimi Hendrix!

johanincr
05-22-08, 12:18 PM
Amsterdam's Leidseplain (!!??).

Leidseplein - Ha! Even i played there once in the streets :-)

voodoo_child58
05-22-08, 03:50 PM
IT WAS 40 YEARS AGO TODAY

Milano, 23rd May 1968

Milano, 23rd May 2008

40 years ago I was almost ten years old, obiouvsly too young to attend at the concert but I found this testimony of a unlucky kid who didn't saw the concert but was lucky enough to see Jimi that afternoon. I'm going to post it as I found it so don't care about some mistakes. 40 years are passed and this is the history of the cancelled afternoon concert

Jimy Hendrix in Milan. It’s one o clock in the afternoon it’s warm I go out of house and run towards the metro: I go to see Jimy! In the Parco Sempione Jimy play to the Piper I am excited: I arrive I find at two much people boys and girls miniskirts dizzy fard and borchie of everything a little’ within and appearance in foots before the stage to a ten meters from the platform. To two and half hour announce: there will be delay because the tools of Jimy are stopped in Switerland in Montreaux where were dismantled to see if inside there is some drug. Ridiculous: they did first to search the boxes of amphetamines to see if’were within the amplifiers! It goes the time plays Wess with the Airedales then a young guitarist white imitator of the Jeff Beck’s guitar slide. Jimy not not arrived it’s warm we are pressed like sardines. At a certain point arrive a man with jacket of skin arrives black skin jaket borchie everywhere pushes like a damned and it is done road to arrive the platform. I ‘m very nervous and I tell him something not memory what. He it is turned and me show a young girl small small handicapped that holds for hand and search of to carry under platform to see something. I understand and I do myself aside. It arrives finally Jimy and says that has not the amplifiers and cannot play: without its Marshall he refuse to perform He had a green shirt darkness with flowers and a hat seems me but who knows much years are passed: TO a certain point I’m really tired are the six of evening and thet say that who wants can have repaid the price of the tikets. I decide to go, not for other: there is the final of Futfall Europe Cup Milan Norkopping and I don’t want to lose it. We win three to one Schiaffino marks of neck of foot to the flight from outside area. Who Schiafino is it some young will say it was expensive soccer boys that you not even ve be able to imagine it: someone yourselves ever talked about a certain Rahn? German 1952 or down of there that was soccer. : It Goes well so Jimy play, I am at home before the tv is better so if l’had seen too much emotions: He Jimy went in paradise from some time and up there play for the angels and sometimes also for Lucifer that it is approached and offers his ear The Angels leave to do it : it’s’ all right so.

http://www.lanzani.com/jimy_in_milan.htm

The same history from another point of view

Daniela Cohen

"Jimi checked in (Hotel Windsor) and went straight to bed. Jimi arrived a couple of hour before in Malpensa from Miami and he was tired.
I stayed behind in the hotel reception area. Whilst there I saw the owner of the "piper Club" Leo Waester, his eyes were bulging from his head and he was saying that in the order to save his own skin and for reason of public order he had to take him to the venue so that the kids could see Jimi .
The kids were suspicious that Jimi had not arrived just as the equipment had not arrived. I had to wake him up and explain everything to Jimi.
This situation annoyed him somewhat, having to wake up after only a couple of hours of sleep.
He couldn't understand why he had to go to the club only to return a few hours later to play. I convinced Jimi that he should go so that the public could see him.

on the way to Piper Club

http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh148/voodoo_child58/Milano%201968/piper%20afternoon/1bITALYJimi3200_jpg.jpg

http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh148/voodoo_child58/Milano%201968/piper%20afternoon/1cMilano23maggio1968.jpg

http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh148/voodoo_child58/Milano%201968/piper%20afternoon/1apiper.jpg

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voodoo_child58
05-22-08, 04:08 PM
Daniela Cohen
"The scene that I witnessed at the "Piper Club" was apocalyptic! The organizers were unable to convince the ticket holder for the first concert that it had been cancelled (due to the late arrival of the equipment for custom controls) and that they should present themselves outside the concert venue for reimbursement, the organisers had feared that once the ticket holders were inside the venue they would refuse to leave so they were forced to accept them along with the second concert ticket holders for the evening performance.

Jimi on show for the public of the afternoon concert

http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh148/voodoo_child58/Milano%201968/piper%20afternoon/Docu0008.jpg

http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh148/voodoo_child58/Milano%201968/piper%20afternoon/Milano10.jpg

http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh148/voodoo_child58/Milano%201968/piper%20afternoon/Docu00014.jpg


The interview with Daniela Cohen is from "Univibes" May 1994 Issue 14

For Jimi Malpensa arrival and a funny story when Jimi came back to the Windsor Hotel after he showed up at the Pipers


http://http://www.electricskychurch.org/forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=2139

http://http://www.electricskychurch.org/forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=2155

pancho1111
05-22-08, 07:05 PM
Thanks everybody for your stories, is really good to read them !!

Steev: Please give to us the second part, is like reading Jack Kerouak, I enjoyed a lot..

Emilovious
05-22-08, 11:55 PM
WOW! Roberto, wonderful stories and pics!
Thanks a lot!
Beautiful and interesting!

kcox5342
05-23-08, 07:41 AM
Not my story but I found it and had to share it somewhere...

http://weblogs.baltimoresun.com/entertainment/midnight_sun/blog/2008/05/meeting_jimi_hendrix.html

A while back, local jazz bassist Slim Manicotti sent out an email blast. In it, he casually mentioned the time he met Jimi Hendrix.
Yesterday, I emailed him back and asked him to tell me the story.
Here it is ...
From Slim:
In May, 1969, I was first in line at the Hendrix concert at the Baltimore Civic Center. I told my friend (Jeff Thorsell, the light guy for my band) that I was walking right on stage. I did, he followed.

I went backstage and Mitch Mitchell asked me to hold a flashlight while he fixed his bass drum pedal. Then, I went to one side of the stage, and my friend went to the other.

I was watching the opening band, Cactus, when I felt a nudge on my shoulder. It was Jimi Hendrix. He mentioned that he thought the guitar player with Cactus was good. We stood side by side, watching Cactus for a while. Hendrix did most of the talking.

Then Cactus finished their set, and Hendrix came out. I watched the whole show from side, backstage.
Incredible.

I think it was around that point that I gave up guitar and took up the bass.

And the next week I went to Merriweather and saw Led Zeppelin open up for The Who.

I was on my way...

Steev
05-24-08, 12:40 AM
Temple Stadium Philadelphia Pa 5/16/70 - PART II of III

OK - I just re-read this and dearly want to hit the delete button. But maybe I'm a bit like 1 or 2 of you & hopefully I'll not take such a big hit for being "out there". I've never discussed my feelings about this, my sweetest passion ever, with anyone else but myself in 38 years, except for my wife Sheri, so I'm privileged & thankful to have you guys here that I don't know, but know so well, to share this with. I was a child when I saw Jimi that day, but I didn't come home as one . . . . Read on - If you dare. Sorry in advance - for the length.
Peace out.
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We had spent the better part of an hour going over the "after concert" plans with little Jeff's dad, as he dropped us off at Temple. We were going to meet him at 10pm about a half mile away at the Cedarbrook Mall in front of Korvette's (a now defunct dept store). In fact Temple Stadium is now sadly gone also. His last words to us, "Don't make me wait. I have things to do early tomorrow."
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So, the sun is almost down, stars are coming out, Steve Miller is hitting the stage, probably around 9:00pm, I'm feeling MUCH better, so Little Jeff turns to me and says, Steve, don't forget my dad's picking us up at 10 o'clock. He'll kill me if we're late. Jeff there's no way I'm leaving until this is over. He's telling me, Steve I'll get killed. So I said, Well go meet him then & tell him I'll get home myself. (HOW I wished now, he'd just had gone) . . . . But he was worried about me, and I suspect he was a tad horrified to be tripping alone in a car with his father . . . :D Big Jeff was on my other side-GONE. Tilt sign under his eyelids. Huge smile, like a grizzly on V's, Totally immersed in the day, as I was.
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I was never-ever into the San Francisco scene.
I was listening to The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Cream, Zappa, King Crimson, Jethro Tull, Nazz . . . This music took me to places in my soul that I believe some people have never ever been to - or even knew existed. A possible creation point of all things dream-able, a place where ALL things are possible. The SF thing just meant nothing to me. I mean no disrespect. It was just my perception at the time. People dropping Acid & putting on Dead records for hours on end and when the entire day was over they'd turn to each other, slowly, and proclaim "WOW man". What a thrilling way to spend a day . . . . . I hung at plenty of my friends "happenings" (I was a couple years behind them-I always hung with older people) and more often than not, at the end of the day, other than the warmth of having spent time with friends, I basically came out of it as a day wasted I'll never have back. This is because I was learning to play and almost always had my 62 Stratocaster in my hand. I missed her whenever we were apart. I know I'm nuts, but this was very personal to me - & I'm just setting up my day at Temple. This was the most important day in my life. I was 15 and I was going to see a man who took me to Atlantis and brought me home "safely" with nothing but a guitar in his hands. And a little help from his friends.
I never consciously rejected the SF music scene. It just, at the time, bored me to tears. Some of the SF bands music truly transcended to wonderful places that exist only in the other world. Those songs are as beautiful to me as the day I 1st heard them. Lather, Wooden Ships, ALL CSN&Y songs, Box of Rain, lots of Workingman's Dead, even later Quicksilver, but I just could never embrace the "scene". It just seemed to me like a hoard of people with no place to go & nothing to do, so they all just did "it" together. I always thought Steve Miller was one of those that left SF behind . . . . . .
So his band is on stage and out of the PA comes the 1st familiar music I'd heard all day. They were sooo good. But just the same, as every song ended, I was dearly hoping it was his last one. By time they played Livin' in the USA I was in a spectacular groove. Friends we'd met & hung with all day were coming & going - always with a smile & a hug. The only problem I was having at this point, was keeping my concentration. Tripping never ever posed this specific problem for me again, but this was Hendrix. Fucking HENDRIX ! ! And I knew this day would come, and I finally made it! And I had planned to study every single fingering to take home with me, every single move, every expression in his eyes, in his lips, even his posture, and I was so fucked up. Every time I finally talked myself down, the concentration expended for the task actually brought on another wave, each more intense than the last. It was like, "Here we go again!" But I was finally starting to have a lot of fun. So, when little Jeff started on me again. . . . Steve, my dad's probably already waiting for us and it almost takes a half hour to walk . . . . I snapped & said Leave me the fuck alone dude. Go tell your father I'll get home myself and get the fuck out! I had already made plans to stay over big Jeff's that night anyway and as B.J. just stood there with that big grin on his face (I was so jealous) I knew he was with me & we'd be just fine. I'd been thru a lot of shit w/ L.J. though & loved him like a brother, so I apologized and asked what he wanted to do. Make your decision-now, and let it go. I don't have the energy for this, but I have to stay. So he was in. He was gonna see Hendrix with me! I believe he's still thanking me - wherever he may be . . .
So about 10-10:30 Steve Miller is done. I have no clue if he did an encore. I'd probably guess no & would probably be wrong. . . .
All I know is, a good 45 mins later, the entire stage is completely stripped of all things irrelevant to Jimi Hendrix, and nothing, including ANYTHING I just recalled in the last 20,000 words (or less :-) meant anything to me. IT WAS TIME. All previous memories and anxieties of the day are quickly turning to gray for now. But Jimi Hendrix is nowhere to be found. Little Jeff is trying his best to stay off my case, but it's already after 11pm & he's simply freaking. I then eliminated all thoughts about my 2 best friends from my life as I realized in a short time Jimi Hendrix would be there. The same Jimi Hendrix that left a crowd at Monterey gawking, without any words to say. And yet, a different Hendrix. A grown up Jimi. A Hendrix that about 6 days before had given us the "Band of Gypsy's" LP . . . I already knew every note of that sweet sweet record. The intro to Power of Soul from that record left me in a cold sweat & I had never heard anything like it. Just as I had felt after the 1st 20 or so listenings of Electric Ladyland, Axis: Bold As Love before it, and Are You Experienced before that one. There was no humanly way to coax music like that out of a 6 stringed instrument. And the man who had unlocked the key was on his way!
The announcer kept coming on saying Jimi was on his way, so everybody roared. But nobody showed. The crowd in its frustration began to push forward. There had once been a rope barrier about 10 ft in front of the stage which gave its life at that point. We were now being pushed up against the stage. I was about 15 ft back. So the MC announced that Jimi was here but he "can't" come on until we move back. Word filtered back, supposedly from a roadie, that Hendrix, in fact had not arrived yet and of course, in grand Philadelphia style the crowd largely ignored the MC & went ape shit. [Morons] So it went on like this for another 25 mins. All that mattered to me was this bullshit had to be cutting into Hendrix's playing time. And . . I was also discovering some interesting patterns forming on my hands I had never seen before. ;) I was somewhat aware of Jimi's legal & band hassles from the interviews and knew he was on tour under a certain amount of duress. So I wondered for a moment if this place was endeared somehow to him, or was this just another date he wanted to "get it over with" and get out. I didn't have much of a chance to ponder this thought, because all of a sudden in mid thought, at about 11 or 11:30 out of nowhere some guy comes out and says . . . . . . . . .:woohoo:

Steev
05-24-08, 12:46 AM
Temple Stadium Philadelphia Pa 5/16/70 - PART III of III

And now . . . JIMI HENDRIX! :nutkick6xi:
I couldn't breathe-Literally! Jimi Hendrix walked out to the front of the stage holding a dark Stratocaster with a white neck and was draped in a BEAUTIFUL kind of American Flag outfit and he spread his arms out in "Welcome". I had never seen him in this outfit, neither before, or since. So, until I saw Temple pics I thought I had maybe made up the American Flag scenario . . . His Flying V sat patiently behind, waiting for Red House . . .
He rapped for a minute and said something about the Liberty Bell being cracked and after a quick tune-up, Mitch Mitchell began pounding and out came Sgt Pepper. Never being a huge fan of this version, though I understood the fanfare aspect, I concentrated on clearing my head up a bit. Had I experienced hallucinogens prior, or was a bit older I'd have taken lots in stride, but as fantastic as I felt, right then I actually just wanted to be straight for this concert. I can't explain it. This was highly personal, and I felt this might be a once in a lifetime happening. Little did I know . . . . I really didn't want to see the Wild Sex Freak from Borneo. But I was still in another place, a very beautiful place, and I resigned myself to "Lie back and enjoy it". And all of a sudden, it was very very nice. I'll relate one or 2 more quick things & I'll get out of here.
I can't believe you got this far in the 1st place!
So I studied him. And I heard him. And I felt him. And I want to tell you. As I studied his face, he was not a guitar burner, but a man (this will become very important in a minute) and I saw this frustration - 1st, as I perceived it, in having to be there when I felt he obviously wanted to be somewhere else (like in a studio) and 2nd, possibly that he was wondering if we all came to see Jimi the clown & would we hate him if he didn't do Foxy Lady. And for a split second I perceived him thinking, Damn, What the fuck am I doing here?
I could be way off here - But I think not. And here is where the evening changed. EVERYTHING changed.
Three minutes later after a very rare and unbelievable Johnny B Goode, played with the help of his Ivory's, as he was getting into Machine Gun, he went thru a "shift" I'll call it, as he went inside himself, and found & unlocked what he always does, and that exact same energy that was looking down on us a minute earlier was specifically calling on him to "make" us hear & feel what was in his heart. I don't know if I'm being clear-so try this: In one split second, EVERY fiber in his body & soul became dedicated to the task of offering us the "gift" of his heart. There was all of a sudden, nothing else-for Hendrix, or for me. And me thinks, instantaneously, it was a thorough joy for him to be able to be there, knowing he was literally blowing our minds. And he was getting off on it. And lo & behold I felt tears running down my cheeks. He was locked into this frame of mind thru the entire show, until right near the end as he was finishing Voodoo Child and the reality that the show was coming to a close kicked in.
I also want to throw in here; There is something very different and very special about hearing music in an open air setting. Inside a building, the music bounces off walls and there is a special reverberation/echo inherent in the sound. When you are outside, the music passes thru you ONE time, and dissipates into thin air, never to be heard again. And that sound is indeed a very special noise.
Was Hendrix just an entertainer? Absolutely. Was he just a Rock guy getting his rock thing off? Yep. Did he care if you dug it or not? Possibly and probably. I've heard him on more than one occasion say, "If you don't dig it, that's cool, but if you open your heart & mind to it for a minute, you just might dig it".
Which brings me to the only other thing worth mentioning here. And it's just this. I always felt close to Jimi in a spiritual way. As did we all. And he was different than any rock star before him or after. I'd already seen more than 25 bands by that point since the 1st time I snuck out to see Canned Heat at The Electric Factory when I was 13 . . . .
Still, not knowing what to expect, I [literally] expected to see a God walk out on stage that night. That's what you all made him. A God. But as I watched him & reflected later on the way home (another story unto itself) and even as I ponder these thoughts today. Who I saw that day 38 years ago May 16, 1970 was NOT Jimi God. It was Jimi a Man. It was a fucking guy with a guitar slung over his shoulders. The difference between him and us was, he never took the damn thing off - because for HIM, he just couldn't. He was just a guy who could have been ANYBODY who decided to take the opportunity, since he finally had the spotlight during that short & ILLUMINATING 4 years, and wanted to do something special with his small but brilliant moment in time. He was a guy who thought he might want to leave us with, because it might help . . . . .

You gotta tell the children the truth. They don't need a whole lot of lies.
Cause one of these days, baby - They'll be running things . . .
So when you give them love - you better give it right.
Woman and Child - Man and Wife
The best love to have is the Love of Life.

Sadly & profoundly, we did not get to hear the quiet storm that was coming till after he passed 4 short months later. But my point: He was just a man I saw at Temple that night. Not a God. A man who came and gave us every fucking thing he had. A man who ALWAYS had an axe in his hands, fighting like a farmer. Just a guy with something on his mind. Something he thought was worth telling. And a showman who wanted to send us home with our jaws hanging open. He succeeded multiple times over. A man who did things a million people would have said nobody could have ever done. The people who never took that chance. Who never stepped up to face the "dare". The People who have never visited that special place - buried deep in their hearts. And knowing Jimi Hendrix was a man, was the reason I went home that night and was never ever afraid to pick up my guitar again. And when that show was over and everything fell quiet - It became the loudest sound I had ever heard in my life.
I'm going to make the decision here to omit the ride home 3 hrs late, 3 of us tripping in Little Jeff's fathers car, or that I ended up in Big Jeff's bathroom staring at myself until 5:30 that morning, questioning EVERYTHING that came B4. Thanx for asking me to finish this. I hope it was worth it. I'm exhausted. And very happy to have had the opportunity, even if it was a bit long.
Thank you all for being "out there"
Thank you Johan for the Post & for the other thing as well. You're the best :)
Peace & Long life 2 U all. Thank you Jimi. :)

Steev
05-24-08, 08:36 AM
Whew - I just re-read this . . . .
The only thing keeping me from deleting it is that it just came out that way.
Quickly.
It's just how I felt about things back then.
[It's also how I feel now!] So sue me :)
It was a day of MANY "First's" that day . . . .
Thanx for celebrating it with me this way :)
If you guys celebrate Memorial Day, have a fine holiday.
Otherwise, Have a Great weekend.
Peace always-me

Emilovious
05-24-08, 10:25 AM
Thank you Steev.
I don't know what else to say but
thank you, beautiful story.

MourningStar
05-24-08, 03:39 PM
Yes, great story. Man, that was some choice mesc. you were on!
(indulged in some of it myself 'back in the day'.)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v667/XiKano/EMOTSMILEY/mindstorm.gif

Steev
05-27-08, 08:15 AM
Yeah. A pretty religious experience (Some of it was like your avatar MS) :D
Another quick 4 or 5 concentrated years & I was pretty much over it.
Almost . . . . . That's a groovy smiley ya got up there. Where can I get one? ;)
Anyway. I never ever really spoke about that day to anyone, except to say/boast :D Yeah, I saw Hendrix. And of course, the general response would be, No WAY man ! ! ! You saw Hendrix ? ? ?

PS: The actual concert (The MUSIC) was one of the best played ones I heard that year. There was no "scene", no importance of "Camera's rolling, as was the case at the next gig (Berkley-2 weeks later) or any expectations other than the scene Jimi created there at the moment. He came on did his thing & was gone. How I dearly wish there was a better tape of it . . .
And he certainly knew how to play to the "Camera" factor (if he was in a good mood) for all it was worth.
All I know, for a kid who was just 12 by 2 months when Purple Haze 1st hit me out of that old tube radio, I think I was more fortunate than I know to have been there that day & I'll never forget it.
Maybe we should open up "Rainbow Corner" post where folks can share some of their more "illuminating" experiences . . . . Or not :D

RamesesII
06-21-08, 08:02 AM
I saw Jimi in 1967 at Finsbury Park Astoria when he was touring as a support act to the Walker Brothers (I was a big fan of the Walker Brothers at the time). Engelbert Humperdinck was on the same bill and some other acts I don't remember although I think Cat Stevens might has been there too.

Don't really remember too much about it - Jimi played the guitar with his teeth of course and he had on an orange shirt which my friend noticed still had the creases in it from taking it out of the box so it must have been brand new. We were in the fifth or sixth row so had a really good "seat" - although nobody stayed in their seats much as it was far too much fun to jump up and down screaming.

Sadly I don't have any pictures and the programme disappeared years ago.

Not as good a memory as some of the others here but one I treasure.

MourningStar
06-21-08, 12:32 PM
I saw Jimi in 1967 at Finsbury Park Astoria ...Not as good a memory as some of the others here but one I treasure.
Wow! Wish I was at that one. Thnx for sharing.

BTW - This was the performance that has been documented to have been the first (of only three) guitar burning incidents and you don't recall this???!!!?

RamesesII
06-21-08, 04:02 PM
Wow! Wish I was at that one. Thnx for sharing.

BTW - This was the performance that has been documented to have been the first (of only three) guitar burning incidents and you don't recall this???!!!?

I do seem to have a memory of that and also him doing unmentionable things (in those days) to the amps and fornicating with his guitar of course - although it could be my memory playing tricks on me after watching so many videos. It was a long time ago and Finsbury Park Astoria is now a mosque I'm told. Pity it couldn't be kept going as a rock venue. I used to live up the road from it and it was my local cinema - it had the most beautiful inside I've ever seen in a cinema. It was like walking into a scene from the Arabian Nights. Just beautiful.

murray451
09-01-08, 06:46 AM
"I wasn't allowed to go.....,"

Sometime around the 20th August, 1970, my cousin turned up at our house on the way to a "rock festival". He was 16 and stoned, had borrowed his fathers car without his knowledge or permission, without insurance, without a driving license and with not a single thought for the consequences and was en route from Cheshire to the Isle of Wight. He said I could come along so I went off and asked my Mum. Then I asked my Dad......, The answer from both was a nonnegotiable "no". Looking back, I respect their decision, I was after all only 14, I would probably have made the same decision in their position. But I cannot help but wonder what course my life had have taken if I'd gone.

And I also still regret the loss of my one and only chance to see Jimi play. I was stunned when a few weeks later he was dead. My parents to their credit were sympathetic.

MourningStar
09-01-08, 11:35 AM
... But I cannot help but wonder what course my life had have taken if I'd gone.Your life would have been 'radically' different! I know this from personal 'experience'. Everyone I personally know that saw Jimi are in agreement. The apocalyptic/prophetic title of Jimi's 1st album was not by accident. Many that did not see him also went thru transistions just from the music alone.

MourningStar
10-04-08, 10:55 PM
OK - Someone has to go 1st so I'll volunteer. I posted this here before. I guess all was lost during the 'face-lift' so here it is again :

My 1st post. I live in California and have been into Jimi Hendrix since the release of "Are You Experienced?" when in my early teens. For my 1st post I thought I would share with you all my first Jimi Hendrix concert experience. The 1st of many concerts I attended was his L.A. Forum gig in 1969. My parents gave in to my constant begging and drove me to the arena (too young to drive). They took in a local drive-in movie to wait out the show. I had my little cheapo Kodak Instamatic with me. Cat Mother And the All Night Newsboys came on first. Must have been a forgettable performance because I am unable to retreive the memory cells for this act. However, the next act, The Chicago Transit Authority, I recall fondly. A very good performance. Such that I became a fan all thru the Terry Kath years. At the time I never heard of them, but their cover of "I'm A Man" remains in memory. Also, they were so good I had decided to get as close to the stage as possible eventually getting to the very front row. Finally, it was time for Jimi. Oh, man! I was too close! The only thing I could hear was the guitar for the entire performance. Eventually the entire arena had wanted to get as close as possible and I and everyone around me were being pushed forward in a human wave. Finally we could go forward no more as we were now being crushed against the stage. Noel & Jimi were pleading to the crowd. Years later I bought a cd of this concert (it was part of a box set) and the pandemonium I have described is captured on it.

Here's a photo I took :
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... a few more words regarding this 'Experience' :

I remember being so excited that now I was finally seeing 'The Man' in person. Everything/everyone was focused on Jimi. I cannot even recall Noel, and the only thing I remember about Mitch was the double-bass kit and that his hair was tied in a pony-tail and ONLY because I have a very blurry photo of Mitch. For me (and most everyone else), being in the presence of Jimi was like being at 'The Burning Bush'. Other than the audience mayhem it was impossible to focus on anything other than Jimi for even a second. It was like, if you did not focus on him and keep your eyes on him you would 'miss' out on something. I vividly remember that Jimi did not do much of the theatrics that I was expecting. This fact did not disappoint me at all. At that time I had already been playing drums for about 4 years and I was more focused on his guitar performance and I was very pleased that he was concentrating his performance on that level. Of course, the highlight for me was hearing Jimi perform 'The Star Spangled Banner'.

When the show was over it was hard to accept that it was over. I just stood there numb and with ringing in my ears and heart-beat a little faster than normal thinking, 'is it really over?'. I remember when I left the arena and went outside there were thousands of people lined up against the outside arena walls. I asked one a girl 'what are all these people doing here?'. She said 'we did not have tickets so everyone was listening to the concert thru the walls.' I said 'far-out!' and proceeded to look for my parents at the designated meeting area.

murray451
10-20-08, 09:10 AM
I didn’t get to see Jimi Hendrix in concert......,

A few days before the Isle of Wight festival my cousin turned up at our house to stay the night, en route from the north of England and bound for the festival. He was very stoned, had borrowed his fathers car without permission, insurance or a valid driving license and suggested to my mother that I go along with him to see among others, Jimi Hendrix.
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I was 14 - my mother said “no”.
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A few weeks later Jimi was dead and I was devastated. Mum was genuinely sorry that I didn’t get to go but even though she didn’t need to, she again explained her reasons. I respected her decision then and I still do but hey, did I miss out or what.......?

Herman Cherusken
10-20-08, 09:25 AM
By most accounts, Isle of Wight was cold and rainy, and with a acid trippy and really tired Jimi the performance was far from one of his best. In retrospect and as a cult thing to have done, yes. But in 1970 with most brits having his hit songs in mind, and not aware of the "new" repertoire, I believe it in large part to have been a disapointment. Heck, it took myself a long time to appreciate anything from Isle of Wight, used as I was by listening to his three first albums, until I grew to immensively love his Machine Gun and In From The Storm...

But again, out of a pure cult thing to have done, and as a hard core Hendrix Lover, you sure did miss out on that night...

murray451
10-20-08, 11:10 AM
I did get to see the premier of the IofW movie at the National Film Festival in London and by that time we were much more aware of the new direction and repertoire. I was lucky to get a ticket for the premier! But yes, "I never saw him play" still sticks in my mind in quotation marks.

An old girlfriends sister saw him play at Peterborough and she told me he put hist guitar through the ceiling...., no idea if that's true or not!

Herman Cherusken
11-08-08, 06:32 AM
A bunch of good stories by people who saw and hung out with Hendrix but also experienced lots of other bands, like Pink Floyd at RAH in 1969. Man, those where the days: http://www.flickr.com/groups/hendrixgroove/discuss/72157600291778341/

firstrays
12-31-08, 11:43 AM
WORTHING PIER PAVILION

THURSDAY 23rd FEBRUARY 1967
(As Recalled In February 1995)


Please Remember This Was 28 Years Ago And I Was Just 16
- This Is How I Remember Events.



Myself and a few other friends used to go to most shows on a Thursday, usually at The Pavilion - sometimes moved to the Worthing Assembly Hall, no matter who it was. Prices ranged from 5/- to 6/6 depending on popularity.
I would have to admit I had never heard of Jimmi Hendrix — as advertised in The Worthing Herald, so 6/- must have seemed a lot at that time for an ‘unknown act’.

The evening started with, as usual, record hits of the time played over the PA.
Then the local support group did about an hour of middle of the road songs.
Then there was a break while the group’s equipment was changed over, again records played over the PA.

I would have to guess at the time the main act took the stage at about 9:30?
Jimi wasn’t well known and so the hall, although busy, was not packed and even the area in front of the stage was fairly clear; and so it was easy to see the stage from anywhere on the ‘dance floor’.
The curtains were open all the time and when the equipment was ready the compere introduced “The Jimi Hendrix Experience”

Out from the left hand wings walked three guys, immediately Jimi walked out I, and I would think the rest of the hall, were ‘gob smacked’.
Everybody else on the stage wasn’t there, he was spectacular, I had never seen anything like it before.
Jimi was dressed in his military jacket and dark trousers, looking very similar to the photo on page 57 of the Tony Brown book ‘A Visual Documentary’.
I cannot remember what Mitch was wearing but I seem to remember Noel in a bright orange shirt with a ‘frilly front’ (and was it checked hipsters?).

As equipment goes, there were the Marshalls, Noel had a Fender bass, and Jimi a right handed sunburst with rosewood neck Stratocaster.

During the show Jimi broke a string but finished the song. He apologized several times as he only had the one guitar with him that night, so we had to wait while Jimi and the roadie fitted a new string and tuned it up.

Of the numbers played, in there was Hey Joe, Rock Me Baby, possibly Like A Rolling Stone, a long slow blues (Catfish Blues?), plus others. The set must have been very similar to the songs played at The Flamingo Club, 4th February ‘67.
All the stage theatrics were carried out throughout the show, behind the head, making love to the guitar etc.
On the final number, Wild Thing, the guitar was slammed against the amps and then flung to the floor with a few foot stomps to follow up and a couple of lifting up by the tremolo arm and bouncing routines.

Exit stage left, I do not remember an encore, but I could be wrong.
Overall and looking back the band were very relaxed, raw, and enjoying themselves — much the same as most people report around this time.

One things for sure — my life was never the same again, even today.

As a footnote — approx. 22 years later I discovered someone who was also at the concert and collected Jimi’s autograph. Paul Harrison has since moved to Spain, but I do have a photocopy of that autograph.

After the concert The Experience went back to London to record ‘Manic Depression’ - not, I hope a reflection of Worthing - or then again

And the JHE fee for the night — £189!

[I wrote to Worthing Leisure in 1996 but they did not keep any records of the event]

firstrays - Mick Coyne

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firstrays
12-31-08, 11:49 AM
THE BRIGHTON DOME

SATURDAY 2ND DECEMBER 1967
(As Recalled In February 1995)


Please Remember This Was Nearly 30 Years Ago And I Was Just 17
This Is How I Remember Events – I would welcome additions or
Corrections from anyone who attended these concerts.

There was a limited amount of local publicity before the shows, in the Brighton Evening Argus, and even less about the show after.
I had learned about the tour through the Jimi Hendrix Experience fan club. So in advance I had purchased a 12/6d (62 & a half pence) ticket, which was quite near and centre to the stage.

So to the day and having been dropped off earlier in Brighton by my parents I arrived at The Dome stage door about 4:45 in the evening.
After looking round for a while it was turning dark and as I was standing alone a short distance from the stage door at just after 5 o’clock a car drew up, facing me, across the pavement from the stage door.
The car was a Ford Zodiac Mk 4, metallic silver and an ‘E’ registration (1967).
The passenger door was opposite the stage door and as it opened just one person got out of the car, and I could see it was Jimi Hendrix.

As he shut the car door and walked round the front of the car towards the stage door I walked towards him and called “Jim”. I don’t know why, perhaps because of the excitement of the situation, but I didn’t say Jimi.
Jimi stopped as he got on the pavement and the car pulled away. As I walked towards him he looked stunning and immediately he reminded me of all the old red indian photos I had seen.
Jimi was wearing a headband with lots of beads and necklaces round his neck. He wore a brown fringe jacket; similar to the one Noel is wearing in the photo on page 77 of the book ‘The Hendrix Experience’ by Mitch Mitchell. The boots Jimi had on were also fringed and similar to the ones Mitch is wearing in the photo mentioned above. Lastly I seem to remember green trousers.

I asked Jimi for his autograph and handed him my open Jimi Hendrix Experience fan club membership card and fan club red platignum pen. We were all alone and it was magical, although little was said.
As Jimi went to sign he looked at the card a little oddly but signed it. He then passed the card and pen back but as he did the pen fell to the ground. “Sorry man” he said, I couldn’t believe how polite he was as we both went to pick up the pen. Jimi reached it first and apologised again as he handed it back with those oh so long fingered hands.
Jimi then went in through the stage door and I just stood there for a few moments, stunned, still with no one else around. Eventually when I did come back to earth I cursed to myself several times, and still do today…
Why didn’t I say more? – Why didn’t I ask to go in with Jimi for a while? – Why didn’t I have a camera?

After a while I decided to go and have a look at the car that had dropped Jimi off and was now parked at the back of The Dome.
Looking inside there wasn’t much but on the back shelf there was a poster about 24” x 12” and it appeared to be of stiff cardboard and not paper. The design was quite clear under the street light and it looked great, a brightly coloured drawing of Jimi and the boys in an (Asian) Indian type scene. Of course at that time I didn’t realize it was a copy of the cover of Axis: Bold As Love.
I hung around the car for sometime and went back to it several times that night. I was tempted more than once to break a window and take the poster(!). I also remember writing with my finger in the condensation on the car ‘Hail King Jimi’.

By about 5:45 there were quite a few fans around the stage door and back of The Dome. Did not see any other ‘stars’ arrive but around 6 o’clock a couple of the ground floor windows were open and these turned out to be the dressing rooms and could see Mitch & Noel amongst others.
I couldn’t get very close because of the other fans but the boys were chatting for sometime. I never saw Jimi in the room though.

As I only had a ticket for the second show I stood outside one of the fire exits so I could hear what was going on. The other groups were of no great interest to me but when Jimi took the stage at about 7:40 I stood by the doors for the entire set.

The numbers they played that night seemed to be much the same at both shows. There was, in no particular order, Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band, Hey Joe, Purple Haze, Foxy Lady, slow one – possibly Wind Cries Mary, I Don’t Live Today and I think I remember The Burning Of The Midnight Lamp at least at one of the shows. Possibly there could have been other but it was a relatively short set.

Directly the Experience had finished I made my way to the entrance as the first show fans poured out.
Once we were allowed in I brought a programme but I cannot remember how much it cost
I believe the second show kicked off around 8:40. I was only there to see one group and I would guess The Jimi Hendrix Experience too the stage about 10:00-10:15?

By the time Jimi took the stage he looked completely different to when I saw him earlier.
Jimi was wearing a black jacket, dark trousers and the hat, very similar to the picture on page 77 of the book ‘Jimi Hendrix – A Visual Documentary’ by Tony Brown. I cannot remember the shirt or what Mitch and Noel were wearing, although I think Noel was wearing a hat as well.

Jimi played a white right-handed Stratocaster with a rosewood fret board and I don’t remember him changing guitars during the set.
As I have said the songs were about the same at both shows. I remember Jimi took off his hat at one point for a very short time and hung it on the microphone stand, possibly to play the guitar behind his head. But the theatrics were not as physical as when I saw him at Worthing 10 months earlier, the music was just louder.

The show finished about 11:00 and as we left The Dome I reflected on the meeting with Jimi and the chances I had missed.
But I will never forget that meeting – the spectacular vision, the feeling I experienced, the quietness and shyness of Jimi.

I never saw Jimi live in concert again but his music still carried on moving me – perhaps even more now than it did then.

Thank you Jimi – we miss you.

firstrays - Mick Coyne
(All my Hendrix contributions are dedicated to Victoria, thank you)

http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm94/firstrays/Brighton.jpg

thefrenchowl
04-19-09, 05:53 AM
Isle of Wight 1970... It's not all about Jimi...


""There's no doubting I was a bike nut very early on in my youth. Got the bug when I was around 13 years old to my father's great dismay. He had hopes I would go on to great things and do what the war and being an Italian emigrate prevented him to achieve, i.e. join the most prestigious engineer's school in France… That was not to be! I sort of drifted from school to school until he more or less forced me into signing 5 years into the French Air Force in September 1969. To start with, it was like normal schooling if a bit more army orientated and we only had one month leave in the summer…

So, summer of 1970, 19 years old and all of August to meself. I join my brother Philippe in Biot, somewhere on the Mediterranean coast. There's an avant-guarde music festival in a sort of natural amphitheatre on the side of a hill …There we see one of the first concerts of David Allen's Gong, a guitar renegade from the early phases of Soft Machine… The story goes he was so far out that the English customs would not let him back in Britain after a Soft Machine gig on the continent and he had to stay put in France… Weird concert if I ever saw one… The crowds were mostly Sunday rockers I suppose and not used at all to that sort of music… They booed and booed at the end of each piece - even myself would not call them songs ! David and his numerous crew would just stand there, arms crossed and unperturbed, waiting for the booing to somewhat slow down and…restart another nerve wracking piece… Anyway it came down that quite a few began to appreciate what was going on the stage or plain did recognise a brave band when they saw one! So it ended up as the band played this apocalyptic music in relative silence, while the battle between booing and ecstasy went on and on in between numbers…Great show!!! While there, I learned from my brother that Hendrix was to play at the Isle of Wight. Philippe could not go because, after Biot, he'd be off chasing some elusive girlfriend (aren't they all?) but I'll have to go.

Being only a "caporal" (one step above being the lowest of the lowest in the French army), the pay was not too good but I could just about afford a return ticket to Dover. I will have to hitch hick for the rest of the journey…Now…That was my first ever trip to England so my grasp of the Kent geography was not as it is now. I decide to head to Portsmouth alongside the coast line which was then terrible, all small roads, I could only catch rides for ten miles or so at a time as it seems all the traffic was local. And usually long waits in between…the dumps… Took me nearly three days but at last I'm on the Isle. It is about a week before the festival but the place is already heaving with party goers so, no chance for another hitch, it's walking time again across the Isle as the grounds are on the other side. By now I am nearly penniless, just enough left to buy a ticket, what an idiot! As Gordon will certainly know, my sense of preparation is as good now as it was then, i.e. I've got no tent, no sleeping bag, no change of clothes…It's gonna be a long week under the skies! Obviously I'm already a sad picture but still with quite short hair thanks to the army. The site was on the left side of the road, with some tracks going uphill toward the hill that overlooked the sea…. Hippies have taken over: I enter -no joking- Morrison Drive, turn left, about level with the back of the steel fenced arena, into Heroine Alley and reach the hill top and sit down in a nice summer evening, light a fag and look at the sea. Not five minutes have elapsed when a bloke comes to me…He must have recognised my hair do and the army issue cigarettes, Gauloises brand but even stronger than the regular shop item. He's French all right, and a sergeant in the French Occupation Army in Germany, older chaps will remember that period. He came on his Triumph Bonneville. We discuss motorcycles and rock music for a while and he later invites me to share his tent if not his food.

Eventually, the festival starts…Sadly for me, the sarge soon finds an English lady to ease his loneliness and I have to leave his hospitality… more nights under the moon. It's not so bad as it's party time all around the clock and one can join any number of groups tightly huddled around bonfires when the arena's music stops, usually quite early in the morning. I would not categorise meself as a hippie, always been too individualistic for that matter. In fact never managed to join for real any sort of grouping, and some of the things I witnessed or otherwise did there put an even bigger wedge against that thought if it was ever to enter me brain… Between the thieving and the looting, the lack of site facilities - I promise you, Shipley's 5 stars in comparison- no running water, no showers that I saw, toilets, I just let you imagine… 'Twas far more convenient to go for a swim in the sea -if you had somebody to look out for your clothes- and have a simultaneous wash and dump in it… Anyway, 2 or 3 days after leaving me sarge, I'm a really sorry sight, hungry as well, ready for anything in order to eat and catch on some sleep.

If there's some pleasure in it somehow, I can stand for anything and, happily, the music's OK if not genial, the bands playing quite long sets. Style wise, it's still mostly what old-timers refer as the Blues Boom, Hard Rock has not fully shown its ugly face yet, guitarists are upfront but not overindulged and lyrics are more like a filler, certainly not the main thing. A giant 3 hour set by the Who, so full of energy, makes you soon forget about what awaits you outside once it'll be finished… Sadly, the Doors are not up to that level… They're well on the way down and a black bearded Morrison's very aloof… He'll soon end up forever in Paris and it shows. Also saw what must have been the 1st concert of E.L.P. (Emerson Lake & Palmer)… There was a rumour that Hendrix might join them to then form H.E.L.P., which actually is what we needed on that dreadful night! When I saw the 2 cannons on the stage, I knew we were in for some theatricals, not music, and sadly it's still with us 30 years down the line.

But you can't watch everything… Got to find some food. The road to the nearest village is always heaving with revellers. The small supermarket has bouncers at the doors and only allows so many people in. Still, there's too many of us and not enough of them so the by now free festival extends to free food as well. On the way there one day, I bump into an acquaintance from Dijon and, hearing of my distress, he tells me to join him… Another step down into reality: it's on the back of the main stage, there's a bunch of about 30 French people there and they have built a shed of some sort, about 15 feet by 15 feet. The walls being straw, 2 bales high so you can only crawl in it and stolen corrugated steel sheets form a roof… In the middle is a big fat bastard, King of his Castle. He never goes out, naked all the time, and pimp like, waiting for others to bring him food and women… The ace in his sleeve is that he's got all money and drugs, surrounded by his helpers that go out to sell it for him while he fornicates the festival away… The final nail in the hippy coffin… The only rosier note is that the festival is drawing to an end so I won't have to suffer for much longer… I still end up partnering this 8 year old English kid, more streetwise than I'll ever be; he sells the stuff while I'm supposed to look out for the patrol guards and their dogs.

And Hendrix in all that? Well, it's quite early on the Monday morning when he finally steps on the stage. My leave expired on Sunday midnight so I'm already AWOL… I was actually sleeping in the arena so missed a couple of songs. But the sound is awful, the amps catching a radio show from time to time, Jimi looks and sounds very tired, not much magic… As usual in those cases, he falls back heavily on longish blues jam mode, interrupted by long silences while Mitchell takes over with drum solos. Cox just seems not interested at all frankly, a bit too "square" for my taste. I put it down to tiredness and think to meself there'll be other times, little did I knew…

Anyway, as soon as he's off, I hit the road back to the ferry, shoeless by the way… I'm in a deserted Ryde in the early hours but an old chap is already fettling his front garden. He takes pity on me, offers a nice cuppa tea, a pair of shoes and a tenner with his address so I can send it back… Well I arrived back at the air base on the Thursday. Rather than tell them I was with me girlfriend which was the standard excuse when AWOL and so avoid severe punishment, I told them -and they could plainly see from my state- where I really was so I ended up with 40 days in the nick… Not quite the usual nick, this was after all a school, but after lessons, you went to the kitchens for some potato peeling and loads of washing, then were locked up for the night in a special room. The very room I was still locked in when on the 18th, I learned about the loss of that guitar magician… Really the end of an era.

So long, Patrick""

RobbieRadio
04-19-09, 11:04 AM
Temple Stadium Philadelphia Pa 5/16/70 - PART III of III

And now . . . JIMI HENDRIX! :nutkick6xi:
I couldn't breathe-Literally! Jimi Hendrix walked out to the front of the stage holding a dark Stratocaster with a white neck and was draped in a BEAUTIFUL kind of American Flag outfit and he spread his arms out in "Welcome". I had never seen him in this outfit, neither before, or since. So, until I saw Temple pics I thought I had maybe made up the American Flag scenario . . . His Flying V sat patiently behind, waiting for Red House . . .
He rapped for a minute and said something about the Liberty Bell being cracked and after a quick tune-up, Mitch Mitchell began pounding and out came Sgt Pepper. Never being a huge fan of this version, though I understood the fanfare aspect, I concentrated on clearing my head up a bit. Had I experienced hallucinogens prior, or was a bit older I'd have taken lots in stride, but as fantastic as I felt, right then I actually just wanted to be straight for this concert. I can't explain it. This was highly personal, and I felt this might be a once in a lifetime happening. Little did I know . . . . I really didn't want to see the Wild Sex Freak from Borneo. But I was still in another place, a very beautiful place, and I resigned myself to "Lie back and enjoy it". And all of a sudden, it was very very nice. I'll relate one or 2 more quick things & I'll get out of here.
I can't believe you got this far in the 1st place!
So I studied him. And I heard him. And I felt him. And I want to tell you. As I studied his face, he was not a guitar burner, but a man (this will become very important in a minute) and I saw this frustration - 1st, as I perceived it, in having to be there when I felt he obviously wanted to be somewhere else (like in a studio) and 2nd, possibly that he was wondering if we all came to see Jimi the clown & would we hate him if he didn't do Foxy Lady. And for a split second I perceived him thinking, Damn, What the fuck am I doing here?
I could be way off here - But I think not. And here is where the evening changed. EVERYTHING changed.
Three minutes later after a very rare and unbelievable Johnny B Goode, played with the help of his Ivory's, as he was getting into Machine Gun, he went thru a "shift" I'll call it, as he went inside himself, and found & unlocked what he always does, and that exact same energy that was looking down on us a minute earlier was specifically calling on him to "make" us hear & feel what was in his heart. I don't know if I'm being clear-so try this: In one split second, EVERY fiber in his body & soul became dedicated to the task of offering us the "gift" of his heart. There was all of a sudden, nothing else-for Hendrix, or for me. And me thinks, instantaneously, it was a thorough joy for him to be able to be there, knowing he was literally blowing our minds. And he was getting off on it. And lo & behold I felt tears running down my cheeks. He was locked into this frame of mind thru the entire show, until right near the end as he was finishing Voodoo Child and the reality that the show was coming to a close kicked in.
I also want to throw in here; There is something very different and very special about hearing music in an open air setting. Inside a building, the music bounces off walls and there is a special reverberation/echo inherent in the sound. When you are outside, the music passes thru you ONE time, and dissipates into thin air, never to be heard again. And that sound is indeed a very special noise.
Was Hendrix just an entertainer? Absolutely. Was he just a Rock guy getting his rock thing off? Yep. Did he care if you dug it or not? Possibly and probably. I've heard him on more than one occasion say, "If you don't dig it, that's cool, but if you open your heart & mind to it for a minute, you just might dig it".
Which brings me to the only other thing worth mentioning here. And it's just this. I always felt close to Jimi in a spiritual way. As did we all. And he was different than any rock star before him or after. I'd already seen more than 25 bands by that point since the 1st time I snuck out to see Canned Heat at The Electric Factory when I was 13 . . . .
Still, not knowing what to expect, I [literally] expected to see a God walk out on stage that night. That's what you all made him. A God. But as I watched him & reflected later on the way home (another story unto itself) and even as I ponder these thoughts today. Who I saw that day 38 years ago May 16, 1970 was NOT Jimi God. It was Jimi a Man. It was a fucking guy with a guitar slung over his shoulders. The difference between him and us was, he never took the damn thing off - because for HIM, he just couldn't. He was just a guy who could have been ANYBODY who decided to take the opportunity, since he finally had the spotlight during that short & ILLUMINATING 4 years, and wanted to do something special with his small but brilliant moment in time. He was a guy who thought he might want to leave us with, because it might help . . . . .

You gotta tell the children the truth. They don't need a whole lot of lies.
Cause one of these days, baby - They'll be running things . . .
So when you give them love - you better give it right.
Woman and Child - Man and Wife
The best love to have is the Love of Life.

Sadly & profoundly, we did not get to hear the quiet storm that was coming till after he passed 4 short months later. But my point: He was just a man I saw at Temple that night. Not a God. A man who came and gave us every fucking thing he had. A man who ALWAYS had an axe in his hands, fighting like a farmer. Just a guy with something on his mind. Something he thought was worth telling. And a showman who wanted to send us home with our jaws hanging open. He succeeded multiple times over. A man who did things a million people would have said nobody could have ever done. The people who never took that chance. Who never stepped up to face the "dare". The People who have never visited that special place - buried deep in their hearts. And knowing Jimi Hendrix was a man, was the reason I went home that night and was never ever afraid to pick up my guitar again. And when that show was over and everything fell quiet - It became the loudest sound I had ever heard in my life.
I'm going to make the decision here to omit the ride home 3 hrs late, 3 of us tripping in Little Jeff's fathers car, or that I ended up in Big Jeff's bathroom staring at myself until 5:30 that morning, questioning EVERYTHING that came B4. Thanx for asking me to finish this. I hope it was worth it. I'm exhausted. And very happy to have had the opportunity, even if it was a bit long.
Thank you all for being "out there"
Thank you Johan for the Post & for the other thing as well. You're the best :)
Peace & Long life 2 U all. Thank you Jimi. :)

No need to feel embarrased about what you said. I felt the same way you did a number of times. Thanks for the story.

purple jim
06-26-09, 12:52 AM
I was contacted by a guy called Alan who saw Jimi at the Saville and even met him at Chas's appartment ! Here are his (short) memories.

Alan : I saw Jimi play at the Saville Theatre in London...I don't know if it was planned, but he played alone first, then as the Experience....I remember being blown away in both sections.
I worked with a black guy named Ray Owen, who was in Juicy Lucy for a while. He had aspirations as a song writer. I don't know how, but he was invited to drop a tape off at Chas Chandlers flat, which Jimi also lived at. The flat was near Marble Arch in Central London.
Jimi was playing the board game "Risk" with Chas & I presume Chas's wife or girlfriend. The thing that sticks in my mind is this. Jimi had bare feet & his toenails were painted bright green. He was very down to Earth & normal, no attitude...He accepted the tape and we left. On the way out we passed Jimi's bedroom, I remember a large rug, or fabric fixed to the wall above his bed.
Nothing happened with the tape...It was returned later. We never went back.

PJ : At the Saville, you said that Jimi played alone at first. Do you remember what he played and for how long ? Do you remember the date, month ?

Alan : I truly don't remember...It was electric guitar for sure and quite explosive, not just simple playing. I feel like the band where on stage, but perhaps not fully ready, so Jimi "took over" and made a huge opening impact on his own...Supreme confidence & ability of course..A true Rockstar!

Also, Alan has a print proof of the abandoned US "Smash Hits" cover with the band on horseback. It's for sale if anyone is interested (contact me by personnal message).

Chas J.
06-03-10, 10:45 PM
Great stories here! I saw Jimi 4 times, and yet I was only 16 years old when he died. I was at the L.A. Forum in 69 and 70. Newport 69 (Friday night) and Ventura County Fairgrounds 70. The closest I got was about 8 rows back at Ventura. The best shows were at the Forum but my seats weren't too good. In fact I spent most of those shows dodging toga wearing Forum employees who kept trying to send me back to my nosebleed seats.

Roland, what was the story at Ventura 6/21/70? I heard it was cut short after 45 minutes because of fog????? Any memories of it? Setlist?

You still around? I know your post is 2 years old but I hope you see this.

Dolly Dagger
11-11-10, 08:22 PM
I'm the 'new' generation, but from the descriptions and accounts, it sounds like it wasn't a concert, but a "Experience" indeed.
Sheer volume, incredible musicianship.
Would have sure been incredible to experience it, but alas things happen for a reason.. ;)

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Roland Stone
11-12-10, 10:41 PM
Roland, what was the story at Ventura 6/21/70? I heard it was cut short after 45 minutes because of fog????? Any memories of it? Setlist?

You still around? I know your post is 2 years old but I hope you see this.

I've written about this show in detail before. No time to write tonight, but if I can't find a link to my previous review, I'll post again.

Izabella777
11-13-10, 07:30 AM
Hi friends,
my Hendrix encounter was published in Univibes a while ago, here are those two pages: <http://www.rudykronfuss.com/images/Univ220169Rudyart.jpg>

Izabella777
11-13-10, 07:33 AM
<http://www.rudykronfuss.com/images/Univ220169Rudyart.jpg>[/QUOTE]

maxine1967
11-23-10, 06:11 PM
Great LA Forum '69 shot. Any chance of posting a larger version of it?

I saw the Toronto May 3/69 show and will post my recollection of the show plus some rare photos that I have from it in a day or two.

Bob

Hey Bob, this is my first post. I am from Toronto and was only 2.5 years old when Jimi played Maple Leaf Gardens in '69. Would love to hear your view of it. I cant find it. Thanks.

Roland Stone
11-23-10, 10:18 PM
Hey Bob, this is my first post. I am from Toronto and was only 2.5 years old when Jimi played Maple Leaf Gardens in '69. Would love to hear your view of it. I cant find it. Thanks.

Well I guess you can be forgiven for not insisting your parents take you to the show! I was only 16 when Jimi died, but I'd already seen him live four times!
The first time was L.A. Forum 1969. I convinced my Mom to drive me to the show (about 20 miles away in a bad part of town) and let me "find a ride" home! Those were more innocent times when hitch hiking was in vogue.

The next time was Newport 69. I was officially grounded that night, but I literally climbed out my bedroom window where some friends picked me up and drove me to the show. I caught holy hell when I arrived back home that night. Wish i could say it was worth it, but that Friday night show kind of sucked. Still if I'd only known Jimi was returning Sunday afternoon I would have snuck out again!

The next time was Forum 70 and the last time was Ventura 70. All before my 17th birthday! And I really didn't even discover Jimi until Summer 68. So four times in a two year window wasn't bad. Only wish I'd known about him earlier or I might have tried to go to the Hollywood Bowl or the Shrine shows.

pederpropell
03-20-11, 08:26 PM
Where is the strap? I need one.. vintage sort of!

Great story!!

PP

Who Knows
03-20-11, 09:06 PM
Jan. 16?, 1969 Nurnburg (I got Albert King to autograph the back)
http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af256/highwaychile2010/J2.jpg

Dolly Dagger
03-20-11, 09:11 PM
Jan. 16?, 1969 Nurnburg (I got Albert King to autograph the back)
http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af256/highwaychile2010/J2.jpg

very cool - looks like Noel has a strat

Who Knows
03-21-11, 02:26 AM
very cool - looks like Noel has a strat

That's a Fender Jazz Bass, and a purple Sgt. Pepper t-shirt.

hawkfan369
08-20-11, 08:49 AM
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MourningStar
10-17-11, 10:05 PM
... I remember when I left the arena and went outside there were thousands of people lined up against the outside arena walls. I asked one a girl 'what are all these people doing here?'. She said 'we did not have tickets so everyone was listening to the concert thru the walls.' I said 'far-out!' and proceeded to look for my parents at the designated meeting area.oh man, the things I forget until something comes along and rattles loose from the cobwebs a few memory cells. My sister and I were talking recently (she's 4 years younger than me) and somehow the conversation came up regarding that Saturday night. As mentioned, my parents drove me to the show and I recall now that she and our cousin (she was 2 years younger than me) came along. Of course they did, for they could not leave them alone at home. Apparently we had agreed on a after concert meeting place and they arrived about 30 minutes before the end of the concert. I don't know how they talked my parents into leaving the car to go and wait for me at one of the exits but they did. Not only that, but they somehow talked one of the security people to let them in and they were able to watch the last 20 minutes of the concert. Unfortunately, though they have bragging rights to truthfully declare they witnessed Hendrix, neither one ever made the transition into 'our world'.

lostarchives
11-10-11, 06:18 PM
My second (of three) Hendrix concerts was at the Berkeley Community Theater (1st show). A few years back, my concert recollections were made into a cartoon which can be found here: http://jorff.com/rock/JHBerkeley.html

Roland Stone
11-10-11, 08:28 PM
Ok, I promised a Ventura 70 recap so here goes. A few friends and I drove up from L.A. to the Ventura County Fairgrounds. We got there a little early and the gates were still closed with a growing crowd massing behind them. The gates opened onto some kind of a track, and it was literally a mad 100 yard dash to get to the seating area and vie for the best seats. I ended up sitting with my friends about 8 rows back from the stage. At the time I was quite pleased with the seats, but now, in retrospect, I regret not leaving my group and finding a single seat even closer.

After an opening set from a local group "Ballin' Jack", Jimi came out in a resplendent purple velvet cape. (A few years ago I was thrilled to see that same cape on display at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland.) I still remember Jimi's first words "Tonight we're going to make up for San Bernardino". Apparently the previous night's show in San Bernardino had been cut short by rioting. But Jimi seemed in a good mood and wanted to make things right.
I think he began with "Spanish Castle Magic" and then went into "Fire" and he was in splendid form. I especially remember that his singing voice was extraordinary that night, particularly on "Red House". But then things began to go very wrong.

A dense cold wet pea-soup fog rolled in from the nearby beach, across the audience and onto the stage and it played havoc with the electronics and with Jimi's tuning. A young stage hand in a "Salzer Music" T-shirt foolishly walked out onto the stage between songs to try and deal with the technical difficulties. (The show was put on by Jim Salzer who had promoted Hendrix in Santa Barbara a year or two earlier.) The stage hand bent down to adjust some wiring near Jimi's mic and Jimi became furious! Jimi let loose with a stream of ranting invective which was both awesome and horrific because he only mouthed the curses while doing an amazing "talking guitar" display. The poor hapless stage hand had to endure a string of divebombs and "muthafucka"'s coming from Jimi's guitar! It was as if Zeus himself was unleashing thunderbolts on him! As I witnessed that incredible display I somehow knew that Jimi was deeply unhappy, that he had grown too big for this mortal coil and that he was not long for this earth! The show was all downhill from there. The fog got worse and the show was cut short with a brief VC(SR), no encore, and that was the last time I ever saw The Man.

Roland Stone
11-10-11, 11:45 PM
I just got off the phone with the buddy of mine who accompanied me to the Ventura 70 show. His recollections track mine very closely with just a few exceptions. He insists we were closer than 8 rows back. More like 2 or 3 rows back, and that the only reason we didn't get closer was because we wanted to sit directly in front of Jimi instead of being off to the side.

And he says that Ballin'Jack, although billed, did NOT open for Jimi. The inclement weather caused Jimi to go on FIRST and then after a set that lasted 45 min or less, Ballin'Jack had to follow Jimi but we didn't stay for that! (Did anybody?) Besides SCM, Fire and RH, he remembers Jimi also playing Foxy Lady, Message to Love and was just getting into Machine Gun when the fog rolled in and ruined what had been a great show up to that. That's when the incident with the stagehand occured. My buddy lives in Ventura now. He says that Jim Salzer still has a music store in town. He said he will stop in and ask Jim Salzer for his recollections of the show.

gunther
12-02-11, 07:51 PM
Thanks Roland,

It just sucks so much that those gigs were not recorded/filmed properly. To my ears judging from what little sonic evidence we have, San Berdoo, Baltimore, etc. Jimi was kicking some major ass that around that time. IMO at the top of his game guitar playing-wise.

themusocat
12-01-12, 02:50 PM
Is there anyone still there who saw jimi perform that incredible performance of machine gun with the band of gypsys, or even a link to audience comments after witnessing it, be pretty interesting to read

Experiencereunited
12-01-12, 04:43 PM
Try this one from Billo58 for a review of the show on the 1st http://www.crosstowntorrents.org/showthread.php?3481-Bill-Graham-s-Fillmore-East&p=38192#post38192

flyjuice
05-14-13, 11:41 PM
Thanks to all of you for sharing these great memories. I attended the 1969 concert at the Forum. I lived in Playa del Rey at the time. Its about 6 miles west of the Forum. I was 16 at the time. My friend Rob borrowed his dad's huge Jag sedan and we rolled into the Forum parking feeling like kings. The concert was everything the above posts said it was. A wild night indeed. We sat on the left side of the stage about 30 rows up. We tried several times to get onto the main floor and came close enough on the third try to nab some seats for a long time only two rows up.
I am blessed to have seen him twice and these fond memories will last a lifetime.
Peace

lemodie
01-25-14, 12:33 PM
Amazing memories, thanks. Wish I was around to have seen him.