“Yeah, purple haze all in my brain…” Ahhh… Jimi. James Marshall Hendrix. An iconic rock star. Perhaps THE iconic rock star. Totally cool. An Aquarian Man. Peace, love and acid. Maker of some of the most beautiful and terrifying guitar ever played. Cool as in the coolest cat in the room. Any room. A style that defined rock style. Sexy. Sensual. Vulgar, A musician who loved to just play and would jam for hours on end with damn near anyone. One Funky King.
When it comes to rock and roll royalty, Jimi looms large. This piece reminds me of Jimi. Or the art that surrounded Hendrix in that 1967 to 1970 time frame. But especially 1967. Summer of Love. Summer of Drugs. All this piece needs is a flying eyeball in the center and some illegible unless stoned lettering announcing a concert at the Fillmore West and boom… poster print. Or perhaps just as it is. Wallpaper the guest bathroom in this. Monterey by the sea. Monterey Pop. That must have been damn magical.
I love the colors, the acid drenched and soaked colors. The squiggly and wiggly vibration of the thing. Imagine it all just changing colors while you tripped the light fantastic to Axis Bold As Love. Mmmm… yeah, Jimi.
So here’s my tribute to the man, the legend…
“JIMI AT MONTEREY”…
I can hear the saucers landing….
As always your comments and opinions, wild ideas and thoughts are appreciated beyond what you may think. So feel free to drop off yours.
Love, Peace and Jimi…
P.S. To my “voodoo child”… mmmm… all my love baby.