Jimi's Secret Room
The latest Rolling Stone has an article about Jimi Hendrix's last days. He spent a helluva lotta time recording in the summer of 1970, which is why there have been around 40 posthumous releases by him (there's some overlap, obviously). He recorded a lot of the material in his own Electric Lady studio which opened in June, but he did a lot more than play guitar at his new headquarters.
According to an inside source, there was a special Executive Room that could only be accessed with a secret password, which led you into an airlock, where you needed another secret password. Inside was every drug you can imagine: LSD, cocaine, mescaline, peyote, mushrooms, marijuana, and on and on. There was also a full bar and a variety of "ladies of the evening."
Some of the ladies were rock stars themselves. Or soon-to-be rock stars, at least. Janis Joplin and a then-22 Patti Smith were seen there on more than one occasion. And there were the usual suspects of the male rock world: Mick Jagger, David Bowie, Iggy Pop, etc. A few years ago, I had read a quote from Pete Townshend -- he had just finished a song at some outdoor concert, and he said something like, "I might as well admit it, I fucked John Lennon." That was TMI for me at the time, but the stuff I read in Rolling Stone about Jimi's Secret Room was much more graphic.
I mean, I wasn't surprised to read about Townshend getting it on with Lennon, nor was I phased about the 3-way between between Jagger, Bowie, and Janis Joplin. Even the detailed description of the full on orgy with Mick Fleetwood, Stevie Nicks, Stevie Wonder, Warren Beatty, Julie Christie, Faye Dunaway, and Tiny Tim wasn't too much for me to handle. I mean, this was 1970 after all. But I had to stop reading when they began describing this scene with where two Amish albino dwarfs double team future president Jimmy Carter.
I mean, everyone's got their limits. It might be naive of me, but I'd like to hold Jimmy Carter to a certain standard. Sadly, that standard was permanently soiled by what those two little guys were doing to him.
You don't wanna know. Seriously. However, if you're a glutton for this kinda stuff, here's the complete article.
According to an inside source, there was a special Executive Room that could only be accessed with a secret password, which led you into an airlock, where you needed another secret password. Inside was every drug you can imagine: LSD, cocaine, mescaline, peyote, mushrooms, marijuana, and on and on. There was also a full bar and a variety of "ladies of the evening."
Some of the ladies were rock stars themselves. Or soon-to-be rock stars, at least. Janis Joplin and a then-22 Patti Smith were seen there on more than one occasion. And there were the usual suspects of the male rock world: Mick Jagger, David Bowie, Iggy Pop, etc. A few years ago, I had read a quote from Pete Townshend -- he had just finished a song at some outdoor concert, and he said something like, "I might as well admit it, I fucked John Lennon." That was TMI for me at the time, but the stuff I read in Rolling Stone about Jimi's Secret Room was much more graphic.
I mean, I wasn't surprised to read about Townshend getting it on with Lennon, nor was I phased about the 3-way between between Jagger, Bowie, and Janis Joplin. Even the detailed description of the full on orgy with Mick Fleetwood, Stevie Nicks, Stevie Wonder, Warren Beatty, Julie Christie, Faye Dunaway, and Tiny Tim wasn't too much for me to handle. I mean, this was 1970 after all. But I had to stop reading when they began describing this scene with where two Amish albino dwarfs double team future president Jimmy Carter.
I mean, everyone's got their limits. It might be naive of me, but I'd like to hold Jimmy Carter to a certain standard. Sadly, that standard was permanently soiled by what those two little guys were doing to him.
You don't wanna know. Seriously. However, if you're a glutton for this kinda stuff, here's the complete article.