When I showed my parents the record I bought for $4 — Are You Experienced, by Jimi Hendrix — they nearly blew a fuse.
Where did we go wrong, they wondered? Meanwhile, I just played that record until I completely wore it out.
Jimi remains, in my opinion, the greatest rock guitarist of all time. Below him, Stevie Ray Vaughn, and then … everybody else, like Clapton, Page, etc.
So I was a bit surprised when I heard on the radio, that he died 50 years ago today. I was in the playground at St. Joeseph’s school (now an empty field of rocks), when my friend Greg told me the news.
I was in disbelief then, as I am now.
I was also surprised to find out, that a small village on Morocco’s Atlantic cost pulsates with Jimi’s memory.
Some claim to have seen him, others to have spoken with him.
“I saw him here. He was young and carried a guitar on his back,” swore Mohammed Boualala, who is in his 60s and grew up in the small settlement of Diabat before joining the army.
In the summer of 1969, Hendrix, the pioneering US guitar wizard whose hits included “Purple Haze” and “Hey Joe,” made a brief stop in Essaouira, a former fort town and latter day tourist magnet located five kilometers from the village, The Global Times reported.
There are no soundtracks or images left from the rock icon’s journey, but countless myths surround his fleeting trip.
“He visited friends who were staying in the village. It was the last time that we saw him,” sighed Boualala, clad in a traditional brown qamis tunic.
“They say he is dead, but only God knows.”
Hendrix choked on his own vomit in a hotel in London on September 18, 1970 after swallowing sleeping pills and drinking red wine. But, some think otherwise.
In his book, “Rock Roadie,” James “Tappy” Wright says that Hendrix’s manager, Michael Jeffrey, drunkenly confessed to killing him by stuffing pills into his mouth and washing them down with several bottles of red wine because he feared Hendrix intended to dump him for a new manager.
Jeffrey, who mysteriously sat alone, outside Jimi’s funeral service in a limo, benefitted greatly from an insurance policy on Hendrix’s death.
Meanwhile, images celebrating the US musician are a permanent fixture in Diabat’s white houses, nestled in coastal sand, Global Times reported.
With its Cafe Jimi and the Hendrix inn, the village has an air of sanctuary, half rock and half flower power.
Action shots and colorful portraits commemorate the historic passing of the guitar hero just before he wowed the crowds at Woodstock.
“Hendrix looked in good shape” when he visited, insisted Abdelaziz Khaba, 72, his memory seemingly unhindered by the sands of time. “He was surrounded by hefty bodyguards.”
Khaba added that he had posed for a snap with the guitar wizard, but “lost the photo.”
While trips to Morocco in the 1960s by celebrities including Jim Morrison, Paul McCartney and Robert Plant were well documented, mystery swirls around Hendrix’s own stay, giving rise to a dizzying array of fantasies, Global Times reported.
His “short visit… produced a mountain of erroneous information and fictitious stories,” said Caesar Glebbeek, a Hendrix biographer, in an article on the website UniVibes.
Local legend even has it that Hendrix’s “Castles made of Sand” was inspired by the ruins of Diabat’s Dar Sultan Palace. But in reality that track was released in 1967, two years ahead of the star’s Morocco visit.
Still, this song title is triumphantly daubed on a wooden plaque nailed to the wall in the little cafe in Diabat.
Further stories of Hendrix’s Moroccan adventure abound — he crisscrossed the country in a van, tried to buy an island off the Essaouira coast, or even the entire village of Diabat, before retreating behind sandcastle walls, Global Times reported.
But there are a few grains of truth buried under those dune-sized myths, if the words of a fellow rock legend are anything to go by.
During Hendrix’s Morocco visit there was “stuff going on down there which up to this day has not been solved… there were loads and loads of mystical things” happening, Led Zeppelin lead singer and lyricist Plant said in a podcast in 2019.
Unlike Brian Jones — founder of the Rolling Stones, who died in 1969 — Plant sought to get closer to the Sahara, going inland to Marrakesh, rather than to the Rif mountains, an area famed for cannabis plantations, Global Times reported.
Stories about Hendrix enchant Abdelhamid Annajar, who sells records in the shadows of Essaouira’s ramparts.
“Many tourists follow in his footsteps and want to know everything,” he said.
“There are also those who come to relive the good old times.”
Laurence De Bure, 68, is among those who revel in the nostalgia.
“Everything was crazy at that time,” said the Frenchwoman, who spent two months in Essaouira in the early 1970s with a big group of Americans.
“I never saw Hendrix, but I knew a Moroccan girl who sewed velvet and vests under his flamboyant clothes for him,” De Bure recalled.