One for the maestro – JAMES MARSHALL HENDRIX
What a pleasant surprise this morning – as I sifted through some videos I’d been sent, the vast majority inevitably dishing out doom & gloom, I noticed among the selection of videos that relate to the one you’re watching the legendary Hendrix anti-vietnam war classic ‘Machine Gun.’ Now I’ve got pretty much everything this genius ever put down on – tapes, live recordings, jams, you name it & believe me, what this guy left behind in terms of body of work is unmatched in the annals of music. He released 3 albums – Are you Experienced; Axis Bold as Love & Electric Ladyland……. but though he was only 27 when Mike Jeffries had him killed, an astonishing 125+ albums have been released since his death. It’s simply mind-boggling.
Anyway, even though I’m certain I have every version of Machine Gun, some 15-20, I thought, I wonder. So I clicked on the link & it was a video I’d never seen before, damn good too. It flew into the library. The chap who posted it though neglected to inform punters that this was an edited version from Berkeley California where hendrix actually played two sets on May 30 1970. I have complete recordings of both concerts; they’re of the highest quality & I believe Hendrix never played better.
Jimi Hendrix was murdered by his manager Mike Jeffery, plain & simple. At least two of his associates/thugs broke into Monica Dannemann’s apartment & proceeded to funnel 4 bottles of red wine along with several barbiturates down Jimi’s throat. Much as they would have prefered, they couldn’t kill Dannemann because this would have made it a case of double murder. Not only would Jeffrey kiss the $2 million life insurance money goodbye, he would be the chief suspect.
Dannemann was in all likelihood told “open your mouth; you’re dead!” Professional killers have no conscience & when it comes to putting the frighteners on, they revel in it. The poor lady must have been terrified. These vermin had just ended the life of one of the greatest musicians ever. Who was she? A German figure-skater! That’s as good as no one! Doesn’t bode too well when you’ve just witnessed a murder & the killers know it. I’ll bet it went something like this – ‘choice is yours girl. Live or die. Your family can live or die. What’s it gonna be?….. You can be sure the fear of God was put into her. She had to know if she opened her mouth, come what may, she’d be brown bread!
And you can be sure too, for the next 26 years Dannemann must have been absolutely driven round the bend. How could she ever meet anyone who wouldn’t say ‘so what actually happened that night?’ Also Dannemann must have experienced a chronic level of mental persecution. She knew many people felt she let Jimi & all his fans down by not speaking out. I would have loved it if she suddenly decided to pull the plug on Jeffrey but I understand why she didn’t. Sadly, most folk are unable to place themselves in a similar situation yet they nevertheless pass judgement. When Dannemann ended her own life in 1996, it was no surprise. I felt her death was a process that began 26 years earlier!
Just to give you an idea of what a toe-rag Jeffrey was, as well as show what Jimi had to put up with, in 1969, the Hendrix Experience, in Jimi’s mind at least, was done & dusted. It had served it’s purpose. It was time to move on. This is the only route a creative genius can take. Money doesn’t enter the equation. Most musicians however, especially the more successful ones, care first & foremost, for the money. With Jimi, music was the only thing that mattered. I mean imagine – you’re the highest paid act; offers coming in from every direction; order books full….. yet even though you see but a fraction of the colossal earnings, no one says a dickie bird. Small wonder Jeffrey was busy siphoning off lumps & stashing it in the Bahamas. Jimi just wanted to play.
However, Hendrix wanted to experiment. Not content with having stolen millions, Jeffrey saw this as the mother of all nest eggs vanishing down the Swanee river. Tragically, had this cretin not been so greedy & short-sighted he may have realised the truth – being head & shoulders above all his peers, both as player & writer, whatever Jimi decided to do was bound to be par excellence……& most importantly, CERTAIN TO MAKE MONEY! This is how thick these people are – unable to see further than a dollar bill. So in the summer of 69 Jimi was rehearsing for Woodstock but when Jeffrey got word Hendrix was dumping the Experience & intended to utilise a 7 piece band, he did his nut. Why else would he send two men to upstate New York where Jimi was rehearsing. They made their presence felt by firing rounds into a tree. Jimi would look out of the window; they’d look at him & then proceed to fire more bullets into the tree. Noel Redding confirmed this. These bastards were sending Hendrix a chilling message.
Can you imagine how Jimi must have felt? Bad enough being threatened but this good-for-nothing scumbag of chronic proportions ‘manager’ was undermining his awesome creativity, something that must have been gut-wrenching for Jimi. Now…… what I find so incredible is, after all this, how would Jimi fair on stage at Woodstock….. a new 7 piece band that’s never played a gig & they were closing this historical musical event? Well, okay, the band wasn’t so tight but for a debut gig, they sure put on some show. However, throughout the 2 hour 40 minute set, Jimi’s performance was something quite extraordinary. Here was the master. If ever you get the chance to watch the whole set….. DO SO! He was simply incredible.
Just for the record – finally someone realised Jeffrey had to be stealing lumps. Jimi was in the process of suing his manager when unbeknown to him, Jeffrey had taken a massive life insurance policy out on Hendrix. Jeffrey even revealed Hendrix was worth more to him dead than alive. The only higher order conspiracy involving Jimi’s death though was the fact the authorities really didn’t give a shit. As much as they probably felt something untoward had taken place, those in the upper echelons of power were only too happy to see another anti-war superstar musician bite the dust.
This was hardly a complicated case. Dannemann declared she couldn’t wake Jimi up. With a shitload of Elephant tranquilisers in the stomach, DAMN RIGHT SHE COULDN’T! Crucially the autopsy revealed 4 BOTTLES OF RED WINE IN HIS STOMACH TOO! Having bought a lorry-load of wine & having drunk the lot, pretty much in record time, I can safely say, having the equivalent of 4 bottles worth in the stomach, at any one time, is impossible. I’m one of the few idiots on the planet daft enough to have drunk 4 bottles in a day. Yet, had I kicked the proverbial bucket, an autopsy would confirm I was off my trolley but my stomach never possessed more than a bottle, maybe bottle & a half of wine. There’s a limit to how much one can guzzle, especially when one’s taken several strong sleeping pills. This was murder – end of story.
Here is the account of John Bannister, the Doctor who was on duty when Hendrix was brought in –
“The amount of wine that was over him was just extraordinary. Not only was it saturated right through his hair and shirt but his lungs and stomach were absolutely full of wine. I have never seen so much wine.”
All of a sudden, almost as if to affirm this, even though Jimi had no needle marks on his body & the fact he’d never been a Heroine addict, the media declared he died of a Heroine overdose. Of course the contemptible media know they’re up for none – able to plant erroneous seeds into the minds of the uninitiated to further whatever agenda they have while losing nothing for getting it all arse about face! Job done. Everyone confused. Hendrix, a genius the likes of which we will never see again, died by choking on his own vomit! The 4 bottles of red wine & a shitload of barbs that were in his stomach really didn’t matter that much. Yeah right!
The Death Certificate