Nothing, it seems, is as it seems. My generation thought that Jimi Hendrix was just another of our tragic self-culled heroes, alongside Janis, Jim, Keith, Brian and Marc. This weekend I learnt from James “Tappy” Wright, an ancient roadie who has a new book out, that Jimi was actually murdered. Some time in 1971, a year after Hendrix died, his manager — one Mike Jeffery — in his cups, confessed to Wright that he had done the superstar in.
“I was in London the night of Jimi’s death,” Jeffery had told Wright, “and together with some old friends, we went round to [the] 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.” It fooled the pathologist and the coroner and Jeffery walked off with Hendrix’s money and a large insurance policy.
read more at http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/david_aaronovitch/article6652586.ece
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