Saturday, February 16, 2008

Jimi Hendrix didn't get to turn eighty

I just finished reading the novel "Jimi Hendrix Turns Eighty" by Tim Sandlin. It's set in 2022. Where have all the hippies gone? Assisted living, that's where. This thing really should be a movie or a sit com, a kind of Tales of the City for old people.

I had low expectations for this book so I can't say it exceeded my expectations and have it be too meaningful. But it did. And it's good. And thoughtful. And funny. And touching. And worth the read. Read a review at Hippo Press if you like.

That's all for today. I'm busy hawking my wares at a trade show in Philadelphia, home of the Reading Terminal Market. Reading Terminal Market = Food. Lots of food, and although I've been known to say, derisively, Philadelphia, the city that always sleeps, it actually is a sweet city with lots of culture and neat qualities, not the least of which is, again, the Reading Terminal Market.

I used to come to the Reading Terminal with my dad when I was a kid. I remember it as being largely wholesale merchants in those days, big hunks of bloody meats, and sawdust on the floor.

It's changed. My daily fresh carrot, kiwi, blueberry juice would hardly have been an option. Same for the Mediterranean stew from the vegetarian stand; and the multigrain rolls and lemon tarts from the Metropolitan Bakery; and the proscuitto-and-mozarella-stuffed peppers that Julia gets at the Italian place; and the turkey sub with everything on it that Moult gets; and the Lo Mien that Jerzy likes; and the strange cream-filled pumpkin patties that Kristara covets.

P.S. I just remembered. I've got bragging rights. I saw Jimi Hendrix in concert. Just him. It was at an outdoor venue, an amphitheater. I didn't know it would turn out to be a big deal, that he wouldn't live much longer and that he'd earn status as legend. Like an antique. Who could have known that your great grandmother's mixing bowl, the one she used to make biscuits and cakes and meatloaf in, would be worth so much today.


H.A. Page said...

We just watched last week a program on Hendrix. I've put this book on my reading idea list. I appreciate your review of the book....

Mage And George said...

I missed Jimi...but I'm apalled that the bowl I still use is worth so very the next time I saw one at the thrift store, I grabbed it. Now it too is worth a fortune.

Electric said...

Just curious, do you remember where you saw Hendrix in concert? I'm a bit of Hendrix fan and love to hear personal accounts of people who actually saw him in concert as I was born much too late to have the chance.