Imagination is a life force not unlike procreation. It’s hard not to recognize (see The Background Story) how adept Nancy was at contrasting incompatibles and producing novelties in her writing, in her artwork, and in her life. It was a Read More …
Jimi’s sexual encounters with anonymous groupies may have made Nancy see (and hear) red (see Groupies), but green was the color of sexual intimacy for her. Jimi Hendrix, however, was never a solid color for Nancy. Nor was he an Read More …
When Lotte, Chas Chandler’s girlfriend, insinuated in Chandler’s London apartment through the Ouji Board that ‘Nancy loved Jimi….but shouldn’t,’ the Ouji served as the finger to the lips that said — shhhh! This love should not be known or talked openly Read More …
Bryan “Chas” Chandler, after hearing “Jimmy James” (Hendrix!!) play in a small club in Greenwich Village, New York, thought to himself, ^I can do something with this kid^. He was convinced he had to get the ‘kid’ to come to London, Read More …
An abusive mother and an absent father ripped Nancy’s childhood out from under her. But what about adolescence? One might think that a close friendship with a wildly creative rock star super-hero and co-conspirator while she was still in her Read More …
Like a lot of other things that rankle feminists (women’s veils, female genital mutilation, just to name a few), insult compounds injury when the participants themselves claim empowerment, satisfaction and gain (not loss). (The feminists are usually the ones insulted.) None Read More …
‘I think of him rather like Genghis Khan,’ Mike said to me on several occasions. And he was referring to Jimi. I couldn’t understand why Mike was comparing Jimi to a warrior. Since I never asked, I’ll never know. But Read More …
If Jimi Hendrix, his most famous client, was a preeminent symbol of the foreground of 60s art, culture and creativity, Mike Jeffery as his manager and monetizer, full-time womanizer and man-child, symbolized the ever-present background. Actually, Jeffery represented the more Read More …
Mike Jeffery was perhaps Nancy’s first real heart throb…..if that’s not an oxymoron….. “real heart throb!” Haha. The wagging tail of a particularly cute dog can have the same effect! So yes, the story was all too commonplace, even if the Read More …
He, Jimi and I had this deep thirst for life, which we came to from different places, and with different boundaries. Having a deep thirst for life…well…it may be a sufficient condition to bring a group of people together, but Read More …