Which Way the Wind Blows
Which way the wind blows is sometimes hard to tell. This might have been an apt epitaph to describe Jimi’s death in 1970, and perhaps elements of his life of 27 years. The cause of his death is uncertain. Eric Read More …
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By the way, my real name is Shaw
Helped by this blog, an old friend of Nancy’s surfaced. Her name is Amanda Trees, and she’s a musician, living in Brooklyn, N.Y. It wasn’t this blog that Amanda first found, but rather a blog she once used to, of Read More …
Love Thy Neighbor
After she was gone (but not long after), our knowledge and understanding of Nancy as a person blossomed. What had been sheer mystery, obfuscated even more by the fog of denial, lifted little by little over time, layer by layer, Read More …
The 60s
Come gather ’round peopleWherever you roamAnd admit that the watersAround you have grownAnd accept it that soonYou’ll be drenched to the bone.If your time to youIs worth savin’Then you better start swimmin’Or you’ll sink like a stoneFor the times they Read More …
Swords of snobbery
In the last post, I attempted to say something meaningful about “tribalism” in the world today. I thought my comments were echoed in Nancy’s reaction to the Charlie Manson phenomenon decades earlier. At any time in history, people’s allegiances, following Read More …
Charlie Manson
What does it actually mean to be free? Does it mean we can say whatever we want to say to others, however harmful obnoxious or painful our speech may be? Today conservatives have weaponized free speech, as a recent article Read More …
George Harrison, Ringo Star and Albert Goldman at Jimi’s hotel
Not known for his inflated ego, Jimi Hendrix, paratrooper turned guitarist extraordinaire, preferred keeping it real, and always enjoyed coming down to earth. Thank God they put me in a decent hotel this time,” Jimi said. He was emptying ashtrays Read More …
Monterey Pop
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 …
Green eyes
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 words fail, love is the only language left
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 …