--- In [email protected], "Rick Archer" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > 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" <rick@> 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 then you wrote this song for Country Joe and the Fish? (you need to have the music to it in your head when you read the lyrics, or its like the lyrics are not energized properly with shakti.) I'm stuck on the L.A. freeway, Got rain water in my boots, My thumbs done froze, can't feel my toes, I feel a little destitute. Wheels throwing water all over my axe And Mr. Jones won't lend me a hand. Up come two cats in a Cadillac And they say, "Won't you hop in, man ?" I went flying high All the way all the way. The one that's driving's got a bowler hat, The other's got a fez on his head. They turn around and grin and I grin back But not a word was said. So I took out my harp and I played 'em a tune, I could see they were diggin' it, Then the one with the fez, well he turns and he sez, "We'd like to help you make your trip." And I went flying high All the way all the way. He said, "We can't leave him out in the rain, He just might freeze and die, So why not put him on a plane And send him home in the sky ?" So they took me to the L.A. airport, Laid twenty dollars in my hand. Well, I paid my fare, I'm in the air Flying back home again. And I went flying high All the way, yeah, all the way, all the way, You know I went flying high all the way, Don't you know I went flying high all the...
