Sunday, May 31, 2009

'Scuse Me While I Hit This Guy

Another book, another allegation. This time it surrounds the death of Jimi Hendrix:

Rock legend Jimi Hendrix was murdered by his manager as part of an insurance scam, a new book by one of former aides claims.

Hendrix choked to death on his own vomit when he was 27 – but the exact circumstances of his death have always been a mystery.

Now James ‘Tappy’ Wright, one of the rock star’s roadies, claims that Hendrix’s manager, Michael Jeffery, confessed to killing him. Jeffery is said to have made a drunken confession a year after the star’s death in September 1970.

An ambulance crew found Hendrix’s body in the Samarkand Hotel in West London, in the room of Monika Dannemann, a girl he had known for just a few days.

Wright claims Jeffery was worried that Hendrix was preparing to find a new manager when their deal was due to end in December 1970. According to Wright, Jeffery said he went to the hotel room and stuffed Hendrix full of pills and wine.

The book, called Rock Roadie, out next month, recalls Wright’s life with various rock stars during the Sixties, including Tina Turner and Elvis Presley.

In it, Wright claims Jeffery, who was married to actress Gillian French, made the confession at his apartment in 1971, two years before he died in a plane crash.

He writes: ‘I can still hear that conversation, see the man I’d known for so much of my life, his face pale, hand clutching at his glass in sudden rage.’

He says Jeffery told him: ‘I had to do it, Tappy. You understand, don’t you? I had to do it. You know damn well what I’m talking about.’

He quotes Jeffery as saying: ‘I was in London the night of Jimi’s death and together with some old friends ...we went round to Monika’s hotel room, got a handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth ...then poured a few bottles of red wine deep into his windpipe.

‘I had to do it. Jimi was worth much more to me dead than alive. That son of a bitch was going to leave me. If I lost him, I’d lose everything.’

I've never heard of Tappy Wright and neither have you. In fact, most of the books that involve conspiracy theories and the mysterious death of rock stars are written by hangers-on, fourth tier band personnel and groupies who cleaned up and found God.

Most of these people failed to find work other than fry cook or secretary once their roadie or groupie priveledges dried up 30 years ago. They have been living off of the hazy fumes of a one night stand or a shared toot in a bathroom stall with__________________(enter rock star name here) for decades. So out of a story that has been passed down over many years and many beers comes a BOOK! With revelations! Jim Morrison was a heroin addict! Kurt Cobain would have been too high to handle a shotgun! Elvis is the owner of a car dealership in Kentucky! Michael Hutchence was jerking off!

We've heard them all. I shut them off. The mystery is in the music and will remain there for me.....At least now you can wait for the Book on Tape, illegally download it and have a laugh...rather than line the pockets of a has been/never was straggler from a rock circle that broke apart 4 decades ago....

1 comment:

  1. Thanks, while your hitting that guy, hit him for me too will ya?

    I agree comopletely. Its so obvious to me that this dude just wants to sell his book.

    HEY! Idea! I am unemployed now, I could write a book about how when I was only 10 years old I was the child bride of Jim Morrison and was there at his death and saw Pamela giving him a heart attack on purpose while he bathed! She was jealous of his love for me because she mas my mother! She gave birth to me when she was only 11 years old and that's why she hung around Jim, to cover up the fact that he was almost literaly robbing the cradle. But he was not perverted or anything, he could not help himself. I was just a very sensual ten year old. My mother, Pam, and I were mature beyond our years and that's why older guys fell in love with us. Pamela did not die of an accidental overdose...that was ME, I did that to her. I got sick of her interfereing with my life, I ran off with Roman Polanski and have been living a lavish, though exiled, life for years.

    I'll tell you about Michael Hutchence later....(he was Jim's cousin you know, oh of course you're their second cousin once removed)