I thought, at first, that this book would be somewhat biographical, but it is not. While it does discuss, in great detail, a lot of the life of Jimi Hendrix, it is more of a memoir of the author's involvement with the legendary guitar player.
Assuming it is all legit, I learned an awful lot about Jimi, his life, and his personality. The reason I say "assuming it is all legit" is because I have to question the reliability of memories of conversations that took place in 1969. The author writes about these conversations as though they took place last week. Heck, I can't ever remember conversations from two weeks ago, and I most certainly don't remember conversations from 1969.
Of course, I never talked to Jimi Hendrix, either. Perhaps if I had, I might remember those conversations.
All that being said, this book is remarkable. The author received a call out of the blue, saying that someone wanted to meet with him. He was never told who it was, but was directed to come to a certain location. When he finally arrived in the room, there was Jimi Hendrix, noodling away on an acoustic guitar.
Jimi wanted to work on a movie with Stathakis. The rest of the book recounts experiences that the author had with Hendrix over the course of the next year and a half. Sadly, the movie never happened. But a lot of other stuff did.
Hendrix is shown to be a very soft-spoken, at times shy, person, who always seemed to be pleasant and, for the most part, happy and chill. He experienced a lot of frustration with Michael Jeffery, his manager, who, according to this author, was all about the money. There were a lot of bad feelings in that relationship, but the times being what they were, artists often got fleeced by their managers.
For me, the best part of the book was the part about Woodstock, what is was supposed to be, and what it wound up being. Hendrix took the stage as the last act at this monstrosity of a festival, and many people had already gone home. It was way into the wee hours of Monday morning, and the festival was supposed to have been over hours before that. Nevertheless, that set, highlighted by Hendrix's jarring rendition of The Star-Spangled Banner, is legendary. Woodstock, itself, changed the musical climate of America, if not the world, forever, and Hendrix had a big part in that.
Stathakis also writes about many other people who were associated with Jimi (and himself) during that time. These accounts are almost equally fascinating. But fittingly, the book closes out with a soul-stirring account of Jimi's death in September of 1970. What I never knew was that the death was entirely accidental. Jimi was never a user of hard drugs, having only smoked weed and hash. There was an occasional acid trip, one of those purported to have been secretly dosed on him by his manger, Jeffery.
But the circumstances around his death are shrouded in mystery and will never be known for certain. He was with a lady named Monika Dannemann, a twenty-five year old German figure skater, who was, by all accounts obsessive and somewhat psychotic. She had invented tales of their relationship, saying that they were going to get married, when they had actually only known each other for a few days. The night he died, she allegedly gave him nine heavy-duty barbiturate pills (Vesparax?), that were prescribed to her for some reason. He likely thought they were just sleeping pills.
But the thing is, Monika's story has changed every time she related it to whoever was asking. When she found him unresponsive mid-morning on September 18, instead of calling an ambulance, she called Alvenia Bridges, who was staying with Eric Burdon that night. They finally convinced her to call an ambulance. No one knows if he was already dead or if that delay contributed to his death. In truth, no one but Monika knew the truth, and that truth died when she committed suicide in 1996.
This is an eye-opening account of a life cut short by tragedy. There are so many "what-ifs" in this tale. For example, Hendrix really wanted to collaborate with Miles Davis and make music that wasn't rock and roll. Unfortunately, Michael Jeffery kept thwarting those efforts.
Jonathan Stathakis's claims seem to be legit. He has a lot of successes to his name. I tried to find some information about him, even to see how old he is, but I can find virtually nothing about him, outside of some movie credits on IMDB. But this book is well worth reading and really shines, at least for me, a new light on the person of Jimi Hendrix.
There are a few edit mistakes/typos that I noticed. The most glaring is a chapter title, "Fillmore East, New Year's Eve 1970." That's impossible, and even in the chapter, the date is listed as 1969. Hendrix died in September of 1970, there's no way he played a New Year's Eve show in 1970. It may have been 1970 by the time it was finished, but that would have been New Year's Day, wouldn't it?
I recommend this book for fans of Hendrix's music, as well as music fans of the sixties and seventies.