From: [email protected] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of TurquoiseB Sent: Monday, June 18, 2007 6:03 PM To: [email protected] Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Jimi Plays Monterey- Wild Thing !
--- In HYPERLINK "mailto:FairfieldLife%40yahoogroups.com"[email protected], "Rick Archer" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > From: TurquoiseB > > > > Wow. Acid flashback, man. > > > > Really. I was in the first row, on acid. > > Was it enjoyable? Or a bit overwhelming? A bit of both. I'd met Jimi backstage earlier that day (I was on crew at Monterey...that's how I got to sit in the front row), but had no idea who he was. Almost nobody had any idea who he was except Lou Adler, who had booked him, The Who (who didn't want to follow him in the lineup, which is understandable), and Brian Jones, who introduced him. I saw him many times after that. He was a force of nature, by far the best musician of his rock generation. I never met him or saw him live, but some guys I was playing with in a band went to his gig in Hartford, CT in the Spring of ’68 and spent the night in his hotel room getting stoned. I had left the band to hitchhike to California, but after that experience, they were inspired and called me back to CT, wiring me $75 for the plane fare – the first time I had ever been on a jet. I hitched from JFK out to CT, and I remember two rides. One near the airport from a guy who had hash in his glove compartment and shared it with me, and another from a truck driver who wanted me to have sex with him. That was the first and perhaps only time I was ever propositioned by a man and it made me very uncomfortable. I stayed with that band several months, until I learned to meditate. We could never remember what songs we knew because we were too stoned to keep track. We played in a battle of the bands, after several months of practice. The local kids greatly anticipated this event as we each had good reputations as musicians. We somehow assembled a huge wall of amps, and before we went on, we went out to smoke some dope. While we were gone, a member of a competing band turned all the bass amp volumes up to the max. When we started playing, it was booming confusion and none of us could figure out what was wrong. One by one, the players just walked off the stage, finally leaving me alone at the drum set. Then I walked off. No virus found in this outgoing message. Checked by AVG Free Edition. Version: 7.5.472 / Virus Database: 269.9.0/852 - Release Date: 6/17/2007 8:23 AM
