Confabulations

So Mitch Mitchell has joined the ranks of the dearly departed – finally kicking the bucket in a hotel room on tour, as Rock etiquette demands.

When I was a kid of 15/16, The Jimi Hendrix Experience were one of the bands that got passed down from the slightly older kids via third generation copied tapes. I’ve still got a tape of Hendrix playing Hear My Train a-Comin’ on 12 string acoustic (his only recorded performance on acoustic) and it brings back all kind of memories. The lad that passed it on had the single finest set of burners seen in Yorkshire – great big, well-defined pointy ones that ended about half an inch from the corners of his lips.

But that’s the thing with classic rock – it engenders hair.