When Jimi Hendrix headlined Woodstock in 1969, he was the world’s highest-paid performer at the time. A year later, he died from an accidental drug-related overdose.
No list of great musicians who perished at age 27 would be complete without Hendrix, considered the best electric guitarist of all time.
Here is one of his best known songs, “Purple Haze.”
Friend and author, Jason McIntyre has a new release, and I’m thrilled to highlight it.
ZED is finally here!
It’s the fourth book in Jason’s Dovetail Cove series. Each book is a stand-alone read, but if you love Jason’s writing like I do, you will want to read them all. There will be a total of ten books, and each will be written in its own genre.
ZEDis a coming-of-age paranormal story with strange tinges of romance and nostalgia for the era of the 1970s.
Please help me in congratulating Jason on his latest book!
It’s the waning dog days of August, 1975 and Tom Mason’s in Dovetail Cove for the last few weeks of his summer job at the group home. His boss and the home’s owner is Karen Banatyne, one of the wealthiest folks in town. It seems like she’s got it in for Tom; she’s the only one standing in his way as he scrimps for a new camera.
But Karen has her own problems. A regulatory agency might cut off her funding, plus her hubby hasn’t been seen in a few weeks, and she’s not saying why. Most ominous of all, it seems as though something’s hiding in the hot spring north of the main beach and one of Karen’s ‘houseguests’ is about to come face to face with evil. Tom is too.
JASON MCINTYRE is the #1 Kindle Suspense author of THE NIGHT WALK MEN, bestsellers ON THE GATHERING STORM and SHED, plus the multi-layered literary suspense THALO BLUE. His short fiction has appeared in numerous magazines and won several awards.
His current release is the full-length follow-up novel to THE NIGHT WALK MEN called THE DEVIL’S RIGHT HAND, available now.
Last week, I blogged about Jim Morrison from The Doors. He passed away at age 27.
Alan “Blind Owl” Wilson died shortly before him at the same age. Co-founder, leader, and primary composer for the American blues band Canned Heat, he played guitar, harmonica, and sang. I featured him once before for his harmonica virtuosity as he’s one of my favorite blues harp players.
Enjoy “Going up the Country” from a unique voice, sadly, gone too soon.
Fifteen stories from the eighties set in Los Angeles, written by LA Punk Queen Brenda Perlin and her friends who lived every moment of an electric era in the City of Angels. That unique and precious time when punk rock was more than just a rebellion.
This is what Billy Idol had to say about L.A. Punk Rocker…
“Pretty wild chapter on me…maybe u shouldv’e written my book, good luck with it..BFI.”
Inside you’ll discover Billy Idol. Iggy Pop. X. U2. Bad Religion. Tales of local punk rockers on the brink of glorious fame. Late nights at the Roxy. Wild times at the Whiskey with some of the best rock ever. Here you’ll find the in-your-face attitude, the clothes, the fashion, the sex, the music as hard as nails and fast as lightning.
Brenda and her friends were somewhere every night queuing backstage, in hotel rooms with the band, partying on the streets…and avoiding irate parents on school nights!
Brenda Perlin is an independent contemporary fiction author of five titles and numerous short stories. From novels to illustrated books, Brenda evokes passionate responses in her readers by using a provocatively unique writing style. Ever since Brenda was a child, she has been fascinated with the process. She draws her biggest inspiration from Judy Blume who sparked her obsession with pursuing personal expression through prose. Brenda has always lost herself in the world of literature, especially in coffee shops where she documented her ideas on paper napkins.
Her first series, the highly-acclaimed Brooklyn and Bo Chronicles, captures the soul-wrenching conflicts of a couple struggling for emotional fulfillment against those who would keep them apart. Next, Brenda ventured into the realm of graphic novellas with Ty the Bull, a story about a young boy who overcomes bullying, and Alex the Mutt, which explores the journey of love and loss of a beloved dog.
Brenda is diligently working on her next project while sipping hot lattes. She has replaced napkins with a laptop, but her enthusiasm hasn’t waned. All her works are available through Amazon.com and its subsidiaries.
Last week, I blogged about Robert Johnson, blues great who died at age 27 in 1938.
Jim Morrison, poet, songwriter, and lead singer for The Doors met the same fate at 27.
Here’s one of my favourites, the title track from the album LA Woman, released only three months before Jim Morrison’s death in Paris, France.
To this day, a cloud of mystery hangs over the way he died. Was it a heroin overdose, negligence on his girlfriend’s part, or heart failure as cited on the death certificate?
A.J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in the fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled.
A.J’s passion for the islands led to writing a play about the overthrow of Queen Lili’uokalani’s kingdom.
A.J. never lacks inspiration for writing erotic romances but has many other passions: collecting books on Hawaiiana, surfing and spending time with family, friends and animal companions.
A.J. Llewellyn believes that love is a song best sung out loud.
Last week, I blogged about Janis Joplin who passed away at age 27.
Now, I’ll take you way back to another legendary figure who died at this tender age. Robert Johnson was an American blues singer who played mostly on street corners and juke joints. He enjoyed little commercial success or public recognition in his lifetime. It was only after his death that his work reached a wider audience. Many artists, including Clapton, Led Zeppelin, Bob Dylan, and Fleetwood Mac cited Johnson as a huge influencer on their music.
I am the proud owner of his double-disc box set called The Complete Recordings—a great buy if you want to listen to more of this important blues singer and guitarist.
Here is “Cross Road Blues,” a song later popularized as “Crossroads” by Eric Clapton with Cream.
Robert Johnson died August 16, 1938, almost 77 years ago.
He hosts an author interview site out of the UK called The Wizard’s Cauldron. Now … you know I love mysteries, so I had a lot of fun answering the Wizard’s enticing questions and wondering who the heck this man was.
He put together a terrific piece, so hit the graphic below and be whisked away to our interview!
LA Punk Rocker by Brenda Perlin – includes two new stories from Mark
Mark Barry is a multi-genre writer and novelist. His work includes the minor cult hit Ultra Violence about football hooligans at a small Midlands football club and Carla, a quirky, dark, acclaimed romance with shades of Wuthering Heights.
He is the co-designer of the innovative Brilliant Books project aimed at engaging the many, many reluctant readers amongst young people.
He has one son, Matt, on the brink of University, with whom he shares a passion for Notts County Football Club. Fast food, comics, music, reading, his friends on the Independent scene, and horse racing keep him interested and he detests the English Premier League, selfish, narcissistic people and bullies of all kinds.
He is based in Nottingham and Southwell, UK, the scene of most of his fiction.
People who follow my blog know I write about music every Monday. It’s one of my great loves and an inspiration for my books.
This week, I’m adding another music post.
Rocker Peter Frampton performed in Toronto’s Molson Amphitheatre last night. I’ve seen many concerts at this open venue. The sun shone, the sky was blue, and planes flew by far enough from the stage not to disrupt the music.
Illinois band, Cheap Trick, opened the show and played for more than an hour. Canadian rocker, Sass Jordan joined them for a few songs, including one of their biggest hits “Surrender.”
My favorite was “Ain’t That a Shame” because of its heart-pounding extended introduction – big drums, big guitar, big bass. Everyone was on their feet.
Rick Nielsen hammed it up while flicking guitar picks into the crowd. Lead singer Robin Zander, clad in a hat and white suit, sang with heart and emotion, his voice as strong as ever. His acoustic rendition of “The Flame” was beautifully done.
Great energy, multiple whacky guitar changes, and a wonderful start to the evening …
And then Peter Frampton came on.
Wow.
No, really. WOW.
Firstly, I’ve always loved this man, from when I was a teenager. I was never into TV actors as teen idols. I much preferred the musicians. And let’s just say … numerous posters of Peter’s hairless chest splashed my bedroom walls. He was so damn cute for a rock star. So wholesome looking. And those eyes and that smile … Swoon. He’s still got it.
I was a teenager again with a teenage crush at a rock concert.
What a crazy feeling.
More than all this though … the man can play, and he can sing. And he was both funny and gracious—to his band and to the crowd.
At one point, he mentioned the overwhelming smell of weed and how he was getting high off it himself!
“Good Canadian weed, not the Mexican stuff I used to smoke,” he said.
Ha!
About halfway into his show, he brought out an old beat-up acoustic guitar and told a wonderful story about being in the Bahamas, where he was given three weeks to write all the songs for an album. After two weeks, he had nothing, then he picked up that very guitar and wrote “Show me the Way.”
Thinking he was on a lucky streak, he tried it again and the next song was “Baby, I Love Your Way,” my favorite Frampton song that eventually graced the Frampton album.
He played it on that acoustic and I cried.
Yes, I cried at a rock concert.
Maybe it was memories of youth—some happy, some bittersweet. Hearing a song I loved and finally seeing Peter Frampton perform it brought it full circle. It’s obvious the song means something different to me today than when I was a teen, but I don’t believe I could have had any other reaction. It touched me so deeply.
Along with performing his hits, “Show me the Way,” “Lines on my Face,” “Do You Feel Like We Do,” Frampton also played a version of Soundgarden’s “Black Hole Sun” and Stevie Wonder’s “Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I’m Yours.”
The encore consisted of a Humble Pie song, “Four Day Creep,” and “While my Guitar Gently Weeps.” It was a beautiful song to close out the evening.
His guitar wept, and so did I—again.
Superb concert. Go see Peter Frampton if you get a chance — truly a living legend. You can find him on Twitter and Facebook too.
Last week, the second round of books launched for Toby Neal’s LEI CRIME SERIES on Kindle Worlds. Amongst them, were books by Julie C. Gilbert, Christine Nolfi, and me. We were the three ‘returning’ authors from the initial launch of the series back in April.
Today, we’re interviewed on Toby’s site. Come by, comment, and you’ll have multiple chances to win our books.
Just hit the graphic below and you’re there. Hope to see you! Happy Tuesday!