Born in Seattle on November 27, 1942, Johnny Allen Hendrix, better known the world over as Jimi Hendrix, was raised by his mother until his father was discharged by the military in 1945 and took custody over the future guitar legend.
Review of the Jimi Hendrix Live at Monterey concert that launched the guitarist into the international spotlight.
I own precisely 29 books. Not much of a library for someone writing a book review. The number, to a book, is 29 because I counted them this morning. Though an avid reader, three years ago I sold, gave away, or abandoned every book I owned that didn’t mean something significant to me. I wanted to travel light when I moved from California to Portugal.
I’m flying back to the concrete jungle Sunday, so Friday I cram in as much nature as possible, starting with a morning horseback ride and a trip to Glacier National Park. Just us teachers and some guests are going, since the students are woodshedding for their concert Saturday.
Every morning on the drive in, I’ve looked longingly at the Lodge’s gorgeous horses, as they mosey around the pasture near the road. This morning I finally get to go for a ride! I haven’t ridden since I was fifteen. I figure it’ll come back to me, like riding a bike.
I keep seeing this tan guy with a mischievous grin striding purposefully across the lawns at Flathead Lake Lodge. He’s wearing sneakers, shorts and a ratty T-shirt; his bushy reddish hair is stuffed under a backwards baseball cap that doesn’t remotely contain it.
The majority of musicians in my age bracket and younger are familiar with Louis Armstrong. His popular hits “Hello Dolly” and “What a Wonderful World” topped the radio charts and made him a household name and multiple television appearances kept him in the spotlight throughout the 1960’s. The music and the presentation was light hearted and commercial, but characterizing Armstrong as a Jazz musician during this period of time would honestly be very difficult.
Last week it was 100 degrees in Bigfork, and I packed accordingly. This morning it’s 48 degrees. At breakfast, everyone intelligent is wearing flannel shirts and fleece jackets. I’m wearing a thin–but fashionable!–Topshop sweater and the 1980s Michael Jackson-style leather jacket I bought at thrift store for $16. Fashionable isn’t cutting it. I’m freakin’ freezing.
Roving reporter Debra from the band Devi gives us the scoop on the COC Guitar Festival happenings on day 2 of the event.
Here’s a fresh twist on the guitar workshop concept—hold one at a luxury dude ranch in northwestern Montana, and donate proceeds to benefit the environment and music education. And get Pat Metheny to come, would ya?
