long live jimmi
got his start playing with Ike and Tina
Jimi spent September 18 in the flat of Monika Danneman. There, he drew the number nine, nine times, and said "nine consciousness was the highest form of consciousness". Then, he drew a Christian cross, and decorated each of the four lines with the faces of famous people from each of the four races: Martin Luther King, Jr and other black faces on the left horizontal, Hitler, JFK and other white faces on the right horizontal. Geronimo and other Indians on the lower vertical, and Genghis Khan, Gandhi and other Asians on the opposite. He then said; "Monika. Remember this. This is the Grand Design. Remember all I say. You are a painter. Put this in your painting. Nine. Remember the number nine. There are nine planets. And remember the number four. Four colors. Remember."
Later, the two of them went to a party where Jimi took a so-called "black bomber", a capsule containing amphetamine and a sedative. He also snorted some LSD. At 8:30 PM, they got back to Monika's appartment. There they stayed until 1:45 AM, when Jimi said he had to go to some people's appartment. He did not like them, he said, but he had to go. Alone. So Monika drove him there, and picked him up again at three o'clock. What happened during this hour, and the identity of the people is not known. They went to bed, and Monika awakened at 10:20 AM, the morning of the eighteenth. She failed to wake Jimi, and noticed he had taken nine of her sleeping pills. Vomit was around his mouth and nose.
What had happened, was he had drugged himself so much his reflexes was not working. He had then got sick, vomited, and failed to turn around, like a healthy person would instantly have done. The vomit then went back into his throat and was now choking him. But Monika did not know this. She called Eric Burdon, a friend, for advice, because she was afraid to call the ambulance. She feared Jimi would be angry if she got him into a hospital if nothing really was wrong. Eric told her to call an ambulance, and so she did. The ambulance personnel assured her Jimi was going to be alright, and she checked him into St. Mary's Abbot Hospital in Kensington, London under a false name. At 11:25 AM, September 18, 1970, Jimi officially died from inhalation of vomit.
The coroners office later stated an "open verdict", meaning the accurate reason for his death was unknown. Referring to an old quote of Jimi; "when I die, there won't be a funeral, but a jam session"
http://subrealism.blogspot.com/2...l-
maintain.html
Brother Sub, I've responded to your post on the Rhetorical Ethic at:
http://assaultonblacksanity.blog...itical-
one.html
Thank you for this!!
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