(Though the text from AMERICAN STORY is about Jimi Hendrix and Little Richard – and this clip is with another band – I still think it illustrates it wonderfully)
One evening my sister and I cross the black Thames to the Royal Festival Hall, a modern cultural complex. I am excited for we have tickets to see Jimi Hendrix, once a back up musician for Little Richard who crossed the water to London and re-emerged, psychedelically re-invented, at the Monterey Pop Festival. The Royal Festival Hall turns out to be an impossibly strange place for acid rock, brightly lit, the stage hidden by a turquoise curtain. The seating is tiered and there is no place to dance, altogether a venue more suitable to a performance of Haydn’s Symphony no. 6 in D major. So it is strange to witness Jim Hendrix here, thrusting his guitar forward with his pelvis, licking it with his tongue. But his trio seems impossibly small on the stage as they struggle to triumph over the fixed seating and bright lights. From AN AMERICAN STORY
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