My mind is provoked by this weeks topic of "Nightmare Hair". Just the mention of that word brings me back to a night...where dreams can come true!............
The Sixties! I know, you have read about them and seen the TV shows and movies replay them........often overlooked in these epics.....the role that "Hair" played!
It started with the Beatles....but soon the standard head groom began changing. Longer sideburns, mustaches, beards blossoming....and then....FRIZZ..... There was Dylan, Sly (from Sly and The family Stone)...and then ...Jimi Hendrix (wow).
For the parents in the sixties....each day they would see their kids making a statement with their hair....in somecases...yes, a nightmare!
It was on Thanksgiving of 1968 that Jimi Hendrix was performing in a concert at Lincoln Center. (Imagine...Thanksgiving with Jimi and not the family).My mother understood....and so, off I went with my freind and my sister, to this "happening" as we called it.
Jimi was in his prime that night, performing flawlessly, spellbinding the sellout crowd. We left the concert in a "purple haze". We exited the center, and got into the car and pulled into the frozen traffic.
We were making our way down a street when a limo emerged from an underground parking lot and pulled in front of us. As I stared into the rear window and pondered who the party of wealth might be.... a politican, an actor, or maybe, a rock star....a beam of light entered the limo...and revealed that the person sitting in the back seat had a huge Afro! "IT'S JIMI" I screamed at the top of my lungs..."JIMI HENDRIX IS IN THE LIMO IN FRONT OF US"!!!!.......I ordered my friend to stay on the cars bumper....."we're gonna follow him til he gets out" I exclaimed.
and so the great car chase began...... The limo zipped through the heavy N.Y.C. traffic....even running red lights.....we stayed right with it...the thought of meeting my idol ruled out any fear from this car scene chase!
After a mile the limo pulled over to the side....I could see it was stopping at the Statler Hilton Hotel...I instructed my friend to pull in front of the limo.....I jumped out of the car with the program guide and a pencil in my hand, my heart in my throat........Jimi had exited the limo and was entering the turnstyle doors............I caught up with him......and grabbed hold of the door handle.....freezing him in the middle! He turned.. He saw me, smiled and winked. I let loose of the door and he stepped into the lobby, me right behind. As he turned, I had to duck out of the way of his huge head of hair, teased far out enough to cover three heads! I handed him the program guide to sign...he asked me "Did you like the show?" I moved my heart from my throat to answer back "I loved it...you were fabulous ..you are the best"......smoothly..ever so smoothly he replied..."good..I am glad you liked it.....Peace brother"...and he vanished in the lobby's crowd....distinguished by that large Afro that moved above the crowd as a sharks fin looms above the water.
Hair......in the sixties, an extension of ourpersonality....we used it to make a statement about who we were. It was our "I.D". Card.......
So many years have passed since that night...I confess to re living each moment of it many times over! And now I muse...how.... One nightmare hair-do......made a young boys dream come true!
just wish..I still had my head with all its hair!
Peace ya all! M :)