Room Full of Mirrors: A Biography of Jimi Hendrix

by Charles R. Cross

A lot of his pubs got stuck in the plaster, and there was only one way to remove them, which was pull them individually.” To remove the hair took the better part of ten minutes. Jimi, no longer a cooperative model, began to use the now-hardened mold for self-stimulation. “He was bumping and grinding the mold, fucking it really, because being a mold it was the perfect size for him,” said Cynthia. As Jimi ground against the mold, in a move that looked much like the way he handled his guitar onstage, tour manager Gerry Stickells opened the door to the room. It said much about the riotous nature of an Experience tour—and Jimi’s lifestyle—that witnessing Jimi humping a vase filled with dental mold as a young woman with a clipboard took notes didn’t even raise Stickells’s eyebrows. “Just, uh, let me know when you’re ready” was all the tour manager said before leaving.

This is absolutely fucking insane and hilarious.