The death of Jimi Hendrix
I know, this site is a record guide but this mystery needs attention, especially after the claims in "Tappy" Wright's book that Mike Jeffrey was responsable for Jimi's murder.
The circumstancies surrounding Jimi's death have been subject to much speculation. Theories abound claiming that it was suicide, an accident or that he was murdered by Jeffrey, Monika Danneman, his roadies, the New York mafia and even the CIA with British government cooperation!
To see things a little more clearly, here is a sequence of events to give a picture of what happened. This was assembled from various sources (see links at foot of page).
After Fehmarn Island pop festival
While in London, after the aborted European tour, Jimi had checked into the Cumberland Hotel but he was also using his girlfriend Monika Danneman's rented Samarkand Hotel appartment as a place to crash, in between visiting friends around London. He had no baggage there, only the clothes he wore and guitars including his favourite "Black Beauty" Strat. Jimi in fact often used his many girlfriend's places to escape from the pressure of fans or even his own entourage and management.
Jimi had met Danneaman in January 1969 while in Dusseldorf and had renewed contact with her on his return to Europe for the 1970 tour. Various reports state that Jimi had proposed marriage to two or three girls around this time, Danneman being one of them, or so she claimed. She seemed to have become totally infatuated with him.
The journalist Sharon Lawrence was a close friend of Jimi's and she recounts in her book ("Jimi Hendrix: The Man, The Magic, The Truth") that she met Jimi at Ronnie Scott's Club (on Turesday, September 15th) where Eric Burdon & War had a short residency. She describes him as being in a sorry state, not even recognising her at first. "His face was ashen and his brown eyes appeared exhausted and even frightened. Newer had I seen him like this. "Sharon..." he said. "Oh Sharon." He gazed at me and he muttered, "I"m Almost gone."
The following night Jimi jammed a little with Eric Burdon & War at Ronnie Scotts Club.
Here is the sequence of events during the evening of September 17, 1970 :
Scotch of St. James?
Eric Clapton said that he saw Jimi in a bar that evening but didn't join him. Very recently (June 2011), musician Meic Stevens stated that he was with Jimi at the Scotch.
Apparently, Jimi was intrigued that Stevens was drinking Louis St George Burgundy and wanted to try it. Stevens added: "[Hendrix] was drinking lager or some kind of beer and he just poured the wine in to the pint glass." So this at least shows that Jimi was in a festive mood.
The visit to Phillip Harvey's appartment
Phillip Harvey, the son of the late British politician Lord Harvey of Prestbury and member of the Parliament for the Conservative party, wrote a detailed affidavit describing several hours he and two female friends spent with Hendrix and Dannemann, on September 17, 1970, the day before Hendrix died. The affidavit, which emerged in 1995 after the death of Harvey's father, stated that Phillip Harvey and two female companions, Penny Ravenhill (then 16) and Anne Day (then 19), spent about five hours, from about 5:30pm until 10:40pm with Jimi Hendrix and Monika Dannemann at Phillip Harvey's home on the evening of September 17, 1970, the night before Jimi's death. Harvey's home was at 4, Clarkes Mews, London, just behind the King Edward VI Hospital off Beaumont Street.
Phillip Harvey was driving along in his 1968 Mustang with two young and attractive teenagers in the front seat with him. The girls saw Jimi and waved, and Jimi waved back. They came up next to each other and got to chatting. Harvey invited Jimi to his home for a drink, and Jimi accepted, but first they followed him to the Cumberland Hotel, where Jimi got his messages, and then Jimi, with Monika driving, followed Harvey to his nearby home. Monika parked her sports car in front of Harvey's fashionable town home. Harvey described most of the time spent with Hendrix as "remarkably pleasant" but Dannemann was anti-social and later became violently hostile. The following is an excerpt from Phillip Harvey's affidavit:
"With the exception of Monika who, as the evening progressed, appeared to me to become more and more upset, we had been having a remarkably pleasant evening, happy and interested in each other's company. Then about 10:00pm at a particular moment when Jimi had gone to the downstairs cloakroom, Monika quite suddenly, and for no particular apparent reason, got up and stormed down the four steps leading from the reception room, through the double glass doors, past the door to the cloakroom, down the hall and out of the front door into the mews [presumably a courtyard], shouting as she left, "I'm leaving! I'm leaving now! I've had enough!" Jimi who had obviously heard something quickly came out of the cloakroom and back into the reception room. I explained to him briefly what had happened. He looked at us in a most embarrassed way and raised his eyebrows to the ceiling. He said, "I'd better go and see what's wrong with her." He then followed her out into the mews leaving the front door ajar.
In the kitchen and the hall at the front of the house, I could hear Monika out in the mews shouting at Jimi at the top of her voice, even though the individual words themselves were indistinct. There was even some noise in the reception room at the back of the house. At one point, when Monika's screaming reached a particular prolonged high peak, I went to the front door to see what was happening. I was genuinely concerned that blows might be struck, and I was also worried that the loud screaming might provoke a complaint to the police from the management of the King Edward VI hospital on the other side of the mews directly opposite the house.
Jimi was just standing quietly there in the mews while Monika verbally assaulted him in the most offensive possible way. As I approached them, I remember hearing her shout at him, "You fucking pig!" I interrupted them and suggested that they should come back into the house as I didn't want the police called. Monika simply carried on shouting at Jimi, telling me viciously to mind my own business. She didn't seem to care less that she might be disturbing the neighborhood or, indeed, making a public spectacle of herself. In fact, Clarkes Mews is very quiet, especially at night, and I saw no sign of anybody else in the vicinity. I went back inside the house, leaving the front door open ajar so that they could come back inside the house if they wanted to.
Monika's haranguing of Jimi continued in my best estimation for about half an hour. I went outside one further time to try and cool things down, and to see if anybody else's attention had been attracted to the scene, but Monika's shouting was at such a pitch that I decided not to interfere again. While I did not personally see any blows struck and Jimi, on two occasions I went outside, looked remarkably calm given the viciousness of Monika's language, the violence in her voice and posture would suggest to me that she might well have struck him during the extended scene. I was actually quite worried that Monika might resort to serious physical violence, but Jimi appeared to me to be a fit man and I thought that, on balance, he was probably quite capable of looking after himself, and I had only just met them earlier that day and didn't know any details about their relationship.
At about 10:30pm Jimi came back into the house alone, and walked into the reception room where Penny, Anne and I were still wondering what was going to happen next. He apologized profusely for Monika's behavior and said he was very embarrassed. He said he didn't really know what was wrong with her but she had obviously had too much to drink. He said that Monika refused to come back into the house and that, as he couldn't abandon her, he would have to leave with her. He said that my house at 4 Clarkes Mews was the nicest scene he had found in London and that he would definitely visit us again when he got back from the USA which he thought would be in a few weeks' time…He thanked the two girls and myself for our generous hospitality. I saw him out into the mews and he left with Monika driving the car. Monika was still screaming at Jimi as they left and she did not say a word to me. The time was about 10:40pm."
The visit to Peter Cameron's appartment
Dannemann maintained at the inquest and in statements to the public and to writers and others that after the encounter with Harvey, Anne, and Penny, she and Hendrix went to her basement appartment at the Samarkand Hotel. But others maintain that he went on to a party at the home of Peter Cameron very soon after the visit to Harvey's. Jimi did not take Monika in with him presumably because his long standing American girlfriend Devon Wilson was there. Also at the party were Stella and Alan Douglas, Angie Burdon and several others. Dannemann maintains that Jimi asked her to pick him up after a short time, but those at the party indicate that Jimi came, ate Chinese food, hung out, and was cool until sometime later when Dannemann began ringing him on the intercom. He put her off but she persisted by coming back in half an hour. This became a heated thing. Stella got on the intercom and was extremely rude to Monika. This did not put her off. Pretty soon, Angie recalled, guests were hanging out the window yelling at Monika. They cried, "Fuck off" and "Leave him alone," yet Dannemann persisted. Then finally he went to the intercom, mumbled something, and then without saying anything, just got into the elevator and split. "That was around three in the morning by then," according to Angie Burdon. This may have angered Dannemann all the more since Jimi had stayed so long at a party where she was not welcome, and in fact had been ridiculed, insulted, and cursed. After this party, Jimi and Monika apparently went back to the Samarkand Hotel appartment.
To add to the mystery, the Daily Mail was given a very different version of Hendrix's death by a musician who was at the party. "I heard the next day that Jimi had asked for some drugs known as leapers but had been given sleepers instead. It was an understandable mistake, the music was so loud," the source said. "He started to go and people were slapping him, trying to wake him up, but with all those pills inside him it was doing no good. People were trying everything they could think of to get him back, but Jimi was gone. As far as I am aware from people who were there, Jimi died at the party - not in bed at his girlfriend's flat.'"
- This doesn't really fit with the account above that Jimi simply left promptly after talking to Monika on the intercom (unless he was out cold while the others were telling Monika to "Fuck off" and only came to his senses shortly before he left).
The Samarkand Hotel basement appartment
Monika Danneman's accounts of what happenned at her rented basement appartment have been totally discredited over the years (thanks to the declarations that the ambulance crew made in the 90s), so it is not exactly what actually went on there.
One clue to what happened at The Samarkand was recounted by Jimi's friend Buzzy Linhart, who was in New York when he heard of Jimi's death. He went to Electric Lady Studios to find out more and received a phone call:
"I picked up the telephone on the receptionist's desk and it was Dolly Dagger (Devon Wilson) telling me I had to believe her. What she told me was that Jimi had called her the day or so before and told her that he had been up for days. He had talked to his doctor in New York City and the doctor said "You've got to get some sleep" - the doctor said "Do you want me to call in some sleeping pills for you to a doctor I know in London?" Jimi said" No, that's OK, there's Tuinols in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom here." They agreed that Jimi- having a great tolerance to this type of drug -would need to take 3 capsules. But this turned out to be the German Tuinols which were the EQUIVALENT of three a piece, so they turned out to have the potency of 9 capsules." (from Inside The Legacy Of Jimi Hendrix by Joe Viglione and Buzzy Linhart)
This is strange. If we are to take Devon's account as being factual, Jimi's doctor (no idea who that was) gave Jimi the go ahead to take three Tuinals. The doctor perhaps had only Jimi's word that the pills were Tuinals. There is the possibilty that Jimi in fact had German Vesparex in his hand but recognised their contents and simply called them Tuinals (which was the brand name he was familiar with). There is an assumption in the Linhart/Wilson account that 3 Tuinals was the equivalent of 9 Vesparex (which were very strong tablets, the normal dose being only half a tablet). Jimi's doctor would not have "prescribed" such a dose if it was so deadly. So did Jimi take more six more pills after the dose agreed with his doctor had little effect ?
It must be remembered that this whole "9 pills" thing comes only from Danneaman's statement that she had four boxes of 10 pills and that 9 were taken from one box. Danneman had even told Kathy Etchingham (when they first met at Kathy's house in the early 80s) that is was she who gave Jimi "some" of her Vesparex tablets and when they seemed to have no effect, she gave him some more ! She said she thought he had taken "about nine" and that the pills were "very weak"! However, Danneman has since been totally discredited and we can not take anything she said seriously. So the amount of pills and exactly what type of pills were taken, remains unclear. Did the "barbiturates" found in his blood at the hospital represent the equivalent of 3 Tuinals plus the "sleepers" rumoured to have been taken at Cameron's home or 9 Vesparex taken at Danneman's ? A confusing mystery. If Jimi took only 3 tablets, then we are far from a suicide attempt at least.
The Viglione/Linhart book also claims to have "evidence" that Monika poisoned Jimi with the Vesparax tablets at the demand of Mike Jeffrey! Extract:
"...someone in the know after September 18, 1970, a band member or crew member made a bad mistake when he decided to take a nap on a large couch in Michael Jeffrey's opulent office - third floor of Electric Lady studios, New York City. It's the kind of a sofa where when it is facing this large fireplace - the giant back of the sofa - you can be sleeping there and if someone didn't think to look they wouldn't even know you were in the room. This particular crew member claims to have over heard a discussion between Monika and Michael Jeffrey during which he told her that it was only a matter of time till he - Michael -assured her that he would be taking back the business from Jimi and would she help by poisoning him."
Yet another strange account which adds confusion and mystery to the series of events.
The Clean up at The Samarkand
A bizzare account comes from Eric Burdon who received a call from a panic stricken Danneman early in the morning (exact time unknown - it could even have been at 10h 30, which is early for a musician). Burdon claimed that she told him that she was unable to wake Jimi and that he had been vomitting where he lay. Burdon (who had jammed with Jimi on the night of the 16th) urged Danneman to call an ambulance. She refused saying that Jimi would be furious at all the upset and that the place was littered with drug paraphanalia. Burdon said he insisted and insisted but she refused to budge, so he decided to speed over to the Samarkand to help clean up. He was not alone in this quest. Also there that morning of the 18th were members of Jimi's crew (Gerry Stickels and Eric Barret) aswell as Terry Slater (a former Animals crew member and then War's road manager).
We don't know if they tried to revive Jimi, simply that they coldly cleaned up the appartment while Jimi lay there. The fact that they did this seems to suggest that to them, Jimi was visibly and unquestionnably already dead - though none of them were qualified doctors! Did one of them feel Jimi's pulse or attempt to revive him in any way? One would think so.
Burdon, from a conversation with Kaathy Etchingham in 1991 : "When I arrived there (at the Samarkand), I remember quite clearly the door being open".
"I think I saw Jimi on the bed". "I didn't want to, you know, look at it, you know, I didn't want to look at the mess. We had to be there before. We got the guitars out, we got the drugs out of the place...she [Dannemann] didn't leave in the ambulance, she was with me."
So everybody deserted after finally calling for the ambulance from a nearby phone booth, leaving Jimi's body alone in the appartment. They saw Jimi's body being carried up the steep stairs in a special chair which was used for difficult access situations. This must have given rise to Dannemann's story (which is all it was) about Jimi being alive and sat upright, chocking to death in the ambulance. It's a story that has unfortunately found its way into many a biography.
The ambulance crew
Danneman had always claimed that she was there when the ambulance crew arrived. However, in the 90s, the two ambulance attendants Reginal Jones and John Saua were interviewed by Kathy Etchingham and Dee Mitchell and they also proved that Danneman wasn't at the flat when they arrived. The ambulance reached the Samarkand Hotel at 11:27 AM. The following is Reginal Jones's description of what they found:
"It was horrific, we arrived at the flat, the door was flung open, nobody about, just the body on the bed. We called out for someone, loads of times, so we walked in. We went into the bedroom, it was dark because the curtains were still pulled, I mean the gas fire was on but you couldn't see anything, your eyes had to adjust. He was covered in vomit, there was tons of it all over the pillow, black and brown it was. His airway was completely blocked all the way down, his tongue had fallen back, he was flat on his back you see. The room was dark, we had to pull the curtains. Well we had to get the police, we only had him and an empty flat, so John ran up and radioed, got the aspirator too. We felt his pulse between his shoulders, pinched his earlobe and nose, showed a light in his eyes, but there was no response at all. I knew he was dead as soon as I walked in the room, you get a feel for it, I can't explain it, but you do and I knew he was dead. Once the police arrived which seemed like no time at all, we got him off to the hospital as quick as we could. See we just have to keep working on him and we did, my shirt was wringing wet. 'Cos the ambulances in them days, weren't equipped like they are now, we had them crazy Wadhams [type of ambulance] in them days, awful they was. We took him to St. Mary Abbots. That don't have a casualty ward now but in them days it did. That was our designated hospital for the day. There was a 'bed state' at St. Charles, you found out at the beginning of your shift what your designated hospital was."
The other ambulance attendant, John Saua, gave a version remarkably similar as Reginal Jones's version, although the two men had not spoken since they worked together in September 1970. Jones's regular partner was off that week and Saua filled in. Afterwards, the two men never saw each other again. The following is Saua's version of events, as told to Tony Brown:
"Well I remember we had a hell of a time trying to suck him out (with an aspirator). I mean the vomit was dry, and there was a hell of a lot of it. The aspirators in those days were all right but not like you have today, they couldn't shift that lot. I mean we knew it was hopeless, nothing would have worked. To tell the truth, I thought it was an overdose. It wasn't really my business to diagnose, I just had to keep working. There were no bed clothes on top of him. An ambulance crew by law just has to keep on working on him until we get him to the hospital. There was no pulse, no respiration. We got down to the flat, and there was nobody but the body on the bed. So we had to radio for the police from the ambulance. We couldn't touch anything in the flat. As I say, we knew he was gone, he was on top of the bed dressed, but I didn't recognize him, don't know anybody would have recognized him, his mother wouldn't have recognized him. He was in a pool of vomit, it was everywhere, but we are not doctors, it's our job to keep trying till we get him to the hospital, we can't proclaim him dead…I vaguely remember taking a sample of the vomit in a container, because we didn't know what he had taken. So as soon as the police arrived, we were off. I was in the back with Jimi, Reg drove. When we moved him, the gases were gurgling, you get when someone has died, it wasn't too pleasant. The vomit was all the way down, we couldn't have got an airway down. He was flat on his back, it's a shame he wasn't on his side because he probably would have pulled through."
St. Mary Abbots Hospital
Hendrix's body was brought here at 11.45am on September 18 1970. His body was seen in the casualty ward by two doctors on service that morning.
"Jimi was rushed into the resus[citation] room. He was put on a monitor, but it was flat. I pounded his heart a couple of times, but there was no point in doing anything else as he was dead.... I never spoke to or saw anyone about Jimi — no woman in admissions.... No one would have been allowed to look at him or stand over him. That would never have been done. I would have done anything to save him, but it was too late, he was dead.... No nurse went out to say we'd revived him, because we didn't — that just never happened. We didn't work on him anything like an hour, just a few minutes — he was dead."
Dr. Bannister, the other doctor on duty said (in an interview with The Times newspaper, published December 18, 1993) that he worked on Jimi for much longer:
"Jimi Hendrix had been dead for some time, without a doubt, hours rather than minutes. He didn't have any pulse. The inside of his mouth and mucous membranes were black because he had been dead for some time. He had had no circulation through his tissues at any time immediately prior to coming to hospital…[Red wine] was coming out of his nose and out of his mouth. It was horrific. The whole scene is very vivid, because you don't often see people who have drowned in their own red wine. There was red wine all over him, I think that he was naked but he had something around him, whether it was a towel or a jumper around his neck. That was saturated in red wine. His hair was matted…The medical staff used an 18 inch metal sucker to try to clear Hendrix's airway, but it would just fill up with red wine from the stomach*…He was completely cold. I personally think he died long before. He was cold and he was blue. He had all the parameters of somebody who had been dead for some time. We worked on him for about half an hour without any response at all. There was a medical registrar, myself, nursing staff and I think one other doctor. I didn't even know who Jimi Hendrix was. It's tragic that such a bloke died in those circumstances."
*So not from the lungs.
Two years later, on September 10, 1995, Dr. Bannister made additional remarks on BBC Radio One's Wink of an Eye. The following is an excerpt:
"[Hendrix] did not have an obstruction of the airways. What he had, was that he had a drowning of the airways. His lungs were completely overcome by fluid. One does a tracheotomy to get better access to the trachea and to the airways. But his problems were below that. The body was cold, there were no signs of circulation and my overall impression was he'd been dead for several hours."
The barbiturates, as Tony Brown notes, "seriously inhibited Jimi's normal cough reflex." Unable to cough the wine back up, "it went straight down into his lungs....". The post mortem report stated that the blood alcohol level was not excessive, about 20mg over the legal drinking limit. He died before his stomach had absorbed much of the wine. Jimi Hendrix choked to death.
The coroners report stated that the cause of death was inhalation of vomit (not wine) due to barbiturate intoxication.
In July 2009, reacting to the media buzz created by "Tappy" Wright's declarations, Dr. Bannister made even further comments about his attempted ressussitation of Jimi:
"When you are in casualty, one always tries very hard to resuscitate people. There's always a hope. We worked very hard for about half an hour but there was no response at all. It really was an exercise in futility,…Somebody said to me 'You know who that was?. That was Jimi Hendrix' and, of course, I said, 'Who's Jimi Hendrix?'."
Mr Wright's descrïption of what had happened to Hendrix "sounded plausible because of the volume of wine", Mr Bannister said. What struck him most about the unusually tall patient was that he was drenched in alcohol. "The amount of wine that was over him was just extraordinary. Not only was it saturated right through his hair and shirt but his lungs and stomach were absolutely full of wine. I have never seen so much wine. We had a sucker that you put down into his trachea, the entrance to his lungs and to the whole of the back of his throat. We kept sucking him out and it kept surging and surging. He had already vomited up masses of red wine and I would have thought there was half a bottle of wine in his hair. He had really drowned in a massive amount of red wine."
These accounts by Bannister caused a sensation concerning the death of Jimi Hendrix. However, there are major flaws what he said. Back in 1970, he worked on Jimi's body, not knowing who it was. It was afterwards that one of his aids informed that it was a famous rock star called Jimi Hendrix (Bannister had never heard of him!). Bannister thought nothing of the incident until he read "Electric Gypsy" 15 years later and he beleived that he had played an important role in the sequence of events. In recalling the incident, and all the gushing red wine, he also remembered that the body was of "an unusually tall man" who's feet were sticking out 10" over the end of the trolley! This can not have been Jimi Hendrix, who was of average height ( 5' 10 - 5' 11"). A doctor would see hundreds of pateints pass before him on hospital trolleys, so he would be in a good position to judge the height of a person lying on one. If Jimi had been badly positioned on the trolley, the doctor would have immediately recognised it and not been under the impression that Jimi was between six and seven feet tall. Note that Hospital trolleys are never less than 6 feet in length.
So Bannister was obviously remembering anotherpatient from around the same time or in 1969 or 1972,... it could have been at any time. After all, can anyone really remember an event from 15 years past and assign it to an exact day. In that time frame, any number of black patients would have been admitted for overdose emergencies. Kathy Etchingham's research tells us that ambulance man Reg Jones told her that the police officers at the Samarkand didn't call the CID (Criminal Investigation Department), thus declaring the appartment a crime scene because they couldn't be bothered with all the paper work! To them, the body was, to quote Kathy: "...just another dead junkie in Notting Hill". So very common-place at the time.
Thus, London hospitals saw many victims of drug overdoses coming through their doors. It's not as if Jimi's arrival at St. Mary Abbott's was a unique occasion which would mark Mr. Bannister for life.
Also, Bannister first mentions, in 1993, that the medical staff (and not him personnaly!) used a metal tube in an attempt to unblock the body's airways but it kept filling with wine from the stomach! He made no mention of wine in the lungs. Then in 1995, he changed his story, saying that there was "no obstruction of the airways" and that the lungs were full of wine! So he is completely unreliable witness.
All this gallons of wine thing stems only from Bannister. The ambulance men spoke only of lots of black and brown vomit on the bed, his cloths. If Bannister had actually treated a man with lungs full of wine, this would obviously signify that foul play was afoot, especially as Jimi's blood alchohol level was relatively low. So why didn't he come forward about it at the time? - "Hey, this man appears to have been murdered!". He said nothing, until he pops into the limelight 15 years later.
Remember also what ambulance man John Saua said to Tony Brown in 1997: "Well I remember we had a hell of a time trying to suck him out [with an aspirator]. I mean the vomit was dry, and there was a hell of a lot of it... The vomit was all the way down, we couldn’t have got an airway down". Again, no mention of wine at all.
In response to this, clutching at straws, conspiracy theorists suggest that behind that vomit plug were pints of wine. Ridiculous.
Also, if Bannister had believed that Hendrix had been forcibly drowned in wine, why didn't he say something when he saw that Jimi was all over the newspapers and television the next day? So obviously, Bannister either confused another body with that of Jimi or he made the whole thing up to get some media attention (to make himself feel important in some way, not necessarily for money). Note that before he made any of these statements, Bannuster was deregistered in 1992 in New South Wales for fraudulent conduct, a detail which further erodes the credibility of his little stories.
There isn't one. The reports are too conflictual and imprecise to form any accurate conclusion to all this mess. We are left with a multitude of questions. Was it an accident ? Did Danneman give Jimi more tablets after the three he seemed to have initially taken? We may never elucidate this sad mystery.A long time after the event, Danneman accused the ambulance men and doctors of being incompetant and racist. When Kathy Etchingham relaunched an investigation into the series of events, it made Danneman's accounts look like an invention.
An accident?An assassination?
At Danneman's flat Jimi took some sleeping pills and perhaps some more (administered by Danneman?). He lay down exhausted, then in Danneman's absence (or as she slept) eventually vomitted in his sleep. Dannemann then found Jimi either in a coma or, unkown to her, already dead. She made little effort to assist the dying Jimi and simply panicked, and according to Burdon was worried about the drugs that were lying around the flat and that Jimi would have been furious about the media repercussions of his hospitalisation. She dithered around in a panic until she finally called the ambulance.
Some theorists claim that Jeffrey was still an MI5/CIA opperative and was using rock artists (The Animals/The Jimi Hendrix Experience) to generate funds for COINTELPRO activities! The CIA were known to have used banks in the Bahama and even the same bank as Jeffrey's publishing company Yameta! Coincidence?
In September 1970, Jimi was about to separate himself from Jeffrey and take him to court over money matters which could possibly expose Yameta's and Jeffrey's links to something deeper and top secret. Theorists continue to fantasize that even the British government covered up the murder of Hendrix and surpressed the inquest in order to protect joint MI5 interests! They think that professional hit team commissioned by Jeffrey, the mafia, the CIA, or all of those as one, killed Jimi. They arrived at The Samarkand Hotel appartment and force the wine into Jimi's throat as he lies already unconscious after and evening of drinking, drugs and finally sleeping tablets.
Danneman's role is not clear. Was she a willing participant? Her behaviour at the evening's parties could have been due to panic as she had to get Jimi back to the Samarkand for the rendez-vous with the killers. Jimi rejected her insistance and a row developped. If this wasn't the case then was Jimi killed as she went out for cigarettes and on her return she found Jimi in a coma or dead? That's the theory but it falls apart because of Bannister's hopelessly innacurate statements and because there is absolutely no proof whatsoever.
This brings us back to Tappy Wright's book and the account that Jeffrey told him that he "had to do it", that he "had no choice" but to kill Jimi.
HOWEVER: Bob Levine (who was involved in Hendrix's management and a friend of Jimi's) recently questioned Tappy as to why he made such outrageous claims in his book and TAPPY WRIGHT ADMITTED THAT HE HAD MADE IT ALL UP JUST TO HELP SELL THE BOOK!
So watch out folks, "You can't believe everything you see and here can you".
All I can say is, poor old Jimi.
The Univibes special edition "Until We Meet Again - The last weeks of Jimi Hendrix" by Caesar Glebeek created a lot of swell when it appeared in 2011. Caesar has played a major role since the 1970s in the meticulous archiving of everything Hendrix. His magazine Univibes has long been THE serialised bible for Hendrix information (along with the more recent Jimpress (from Warrington, Cheshire). The book he put together with Harry Shapiro "Jimi Hendrix: Electric Gypsy" is also valued as an essential read by all Hendrix aficianados. In Caesar's 2011 special Univibes edition, some recent statements by key witnesses contradict their initial statements and interviews and are completely at odds with previous research by Tony Brown, Kathy Etchingham and others. This new information is presented without any indication of the date or circumstances of the declarations and this has been heavily criiticised by many researchers and fans alike. So caution is in order before further investigation can make sense of all this.