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From to , on the rough and tumble club circuit, Hendrix learned to please a crowd, deal with racism, and navigate shady music industry characters, all while evolving his own astonishing style. Becoming Jimi Hendrix is based on over one hundred interviews with those who knew Hendrix best during his lean years, more than half of whom have never spoken about him on the record. Utilizing court transcripts, FBI files, private letters, unpublished photos, and U.
Army documents, this is the story of a young musician who overcame enormous odds, a past that drove him to outbursts of violence, and terrible professional and personal decisions that complicated his life before his untimely demise.
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Leon is a surviver and is inspired by God and Jimi to find a new passion in life with his own music. I think it is very unfair that Leon and his family have been completely cut out of the estate. Shame on Janie the step sister, this is not what Jimi or Al would want. Leon , Jimi is always with you as you said and I know he is proud of you. Keep Rockin' and God Bless. I hope I can catch your show someday and thank you in person for sharing your story.
I purchased this book I got a chance to meet Leon Jimi's biological brother and son of Lucille and Al, their mom and dad. He's a very cool and approachable dude! I also got to hear him play and dedicate his rendition of 'Angel' to his mom. I also later read that in this book. I had to buy another copy at the venue so I could ask him to sign it I also got to see some of his outstanding original artwork!
I was so excited and impressed I forgot to ask for the prices to see if I could afford to buy any a mistake I intend to rectify!! I was pleased to find this book to be a well written, blatantly candid, fast and hard-to-put-down read! I don't at all regret owning a duplicate copy.
It was also very nice to see Leon looking well and at peace. Yet clean and sober, sharing his art and music with us Of all the many books I've read about Jimi I'd like to thank Leon for sharing his life with "Buster" Jimi and his father, Al. This book is refreshing because it's directly from the horse's mouth and not a compilation of interviews of people who "knew" Jimi. I found Leon's book honest and painted a good picture of what life was like for him and Jimi growing up with a struggling father who was trying to make ends meet.
It was interesting to learn of the roots that Jimi Buster came from. I also am rooting for Leon to gain a much deserved residual as he is Jimi's brother. Unfortunately Jimi's "step-sister" is the one that's cashing in on Jimi's name, if anyone should, it should be Leon. I recommend this book for the hard-core Jimi fan. Genuine, authentic, and surprisingly compelling, this is the story of the younger brother who lacked the talent but shared the ambition, and satisfied it mostly through a life of crime. Leon's descriptions of his brief times hanging out with brother Jimi when the Experience was at its peak of fame are especially valuable.
Likewise, his descriptions of his family's history of poverty, his father's multiple wives, and additional siblings put in foster care because they could not be supported. The great mystery is how Jimi Hendrix emerged from all this as an eloquent, intelligent man with seemingly gentle impulses and amazing creative abilities. Kindle Edition Verified Purchase. I don't consider myself a "big" Hendrix fan but I do enjoy his work.
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It was sad reading about how money was stolen from him but that seemed like a common thing among rock artists back in those days with the Beatles being another example. I particularly enjoyed reading about Hendrix's roots and his upbringing. He seemed like an incredibly introverted person. Very interesting story of the lives of jimi Buster and his brother Leon growing up. It sure contradicts the story by his step sister Janie. As always there are three sides to the story. Leon's, his step sister Janie, and the real truth.
Even though Leon has been in and out of jail and has been on drugs, his story seems believable. He spent a lot more time with Jimi than Janie ever did so he would know that they didn't have much to eat and his dad never cooked and was always boozing. If you read her side of the story you would think the Hendrix's were the Cleaver's from Leave It to Beaver. Although I must point out Janie has kept her step brother's legacy alive by her work and that I am greatly appreciative of. I know deep down Leon is as well. I got so caught up in this book that I couldn't put it down.
The serials were a great escape and allowed us to dream of far-off worlds millions of miles away from our hard life growing up in the projects. From that point on, my brother insisted our whole family call him Buster. Some other members of the family attributed the name to other things, but in my brother's mind he was going to be called after his hero, Buster Crabbe. If one of our family members didn't address him by the proper name, my brother wouldn't even respond.
Dad got tired of having the same old argument with him and decided to go along with the program. He didn't have much of a choice. Since my brother didn't want to be Jimmy at the time and wasn't allowed to be Johnny, he was going to be Buster. He ran around as the character night and day for a while and even made a cape out of an old rag. He truly thought he had superpowers One afternoon, I stood looking up at him as he climbed onto the roof of our single-story project house, which must have been around ten feet high, and jumped off, flapping his arms.
He quickly realized he didn't have any superpowers and fell to the ground with one of the loudest thuds I've ever heard. I was happy to see him spring back up to his feet, but his arm was bleeding.
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When Dad, inside the house, heard him crying, he came storming out of the front door. To me, at that young age, my brother was a sort of superhero. Daily, he protected and watched over me. When I was hungry, he helped me find something to eat. Whenever our parents fought, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and comforted me. Being left alone in the house after Dad set off to work first thing in the morning, Mama usually started partying with her friends, who stopped by throughout the day.
It was all fine and good until Dad's quitting time later in the evening. After hitting a bar or two on his way back from work, Dad usually wasn't happy to return home to find unfamiliar people hanging out in his house.
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If he was in a bad mood and had no interest in joining the party, he'd boot everyone out and go off on our Mama. It soon became a constant. The long days of our Dad's and Mama's drinking only lead to loud arguments later at night. By evening, all the laughter routinely turned into shouting. Sometimes the arguments seemed to go on forever.
Dad wasn't violent with our mama and never put his hands on her, but she possessed a fiery temper when she was drinking. Mama didn't hesitate to bust him upside the head with a beer bottle or anything else that was around when she was angry. My brother and I learned to keep quiet when our parents argued. Being a little over five years younger, I always followed my brother's lead.
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As soon as Buster and I realized they were going to get into it with each other, we closed the door to the back bedroom and waited it out. When things turned especially nasty, we stepped inside the closet and shut the door. In the darkness, we listened to the muffled shouting, hoping for it to end. He knew speaking up only made everything worse. Sometimes we'd hide in the closet for up to an hour, until Dad and Mama eventually got tired and passed out. Neither of us ever knew what to expect. Our parents got along well with each other for short periods, but it never lasted.
Three weeks of good would be canceled out by one week of bad, and things continued to get worse. Our dad was always begging Mama to stay with us, but she couldn't take the turmoil in the house any longer. Although they loved each other passionately, they couldn't live under the same roof, and our mama had to move out.
By the late fall of , Dad told her he was filing for divorce, taking custody of us, and there wasn't anything she could do. Mama wouldn't be able to support us on her own, so she had to listen to him. Besides, she was having enough struggles with her own demons by then.
Not only did the marriage unravel, but the burden of trying to look after three boys was also too much for Dad to handle. In order to ensure Joe could get the medical attention he needed, he and Mama realized they were also going to have to give him to foster care. In the summer of , Joe suddenly wasn't around any longer. He was in his crib one day and gone the next. It would be many years before our paths would cross again. Despite another heartbreaking experience of having to give up one of their children to foster care and their divorce, Mama and Dad couldn't stay separated for long.
Even though she moved out, my brother and I woke up every so often to hear her cooking breakfast in the kitchen. As soon as we caught the sweet smell of pancakes and sausages, we knew Mama was home. They may always have insisted they were done with each other, but they were never done for good. There was no way they could live together, but they couldn't completely stay away from each other either. Whenever Mama showed back up at the house, things were good for about a minute.
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She was gone again almost as fast as she arrived. What I didn't discover until years later was that Mama gave birth to another son not more than a few weeks after my fifth birthday, at the beginning of Like three of her children before him, the baby, whom she named Alfred, was born with disabilities and was given to foster care.
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At that time, it was hard for my brother and I to know what was going on with her. We didn't see Mama for long stretches of time until out of the blue she'd appear at our front door and plead with our dad to see us. It was a few months before she moved into an apartment by the Rainier Brewery with her mother, our grandma Clarice Jeter, and finally we began to spend more time with her. Since Dad didn't have a car, he walked Buster and me the thirteen blocks from our place in the Rainier Vista projects to visit Mama after work, while he was on his way to Edison Tech on Twenty-third and Yesler, where he was attending weekly classes to become an electrician.
Because Mama's place was directly over the Rainier Brewery, the strong, sweet smell of hops and barley filled the entire building. The odor was impossible to get away from. To this day, every time I smell hops I think of her. Any time spent at our mama's was like heaven. To us, she was a saint and could do no wrong in our eyes. I still remember how wonderful her perfume smelled and how beautifully she used to dress up.
She took great care of us and cooked some amazing meals. Her favorite for breakfast was brains and eggs, and for dinner it was neck bones, sausage, and sauerkraut. It probably sounds much worse than it tasted, but we didn't have much of a choice back then. If you went to the butcher shop without a lot of money to spend, you got whatever pieces of the cow were left over at the end of the day. The brains sure stank up the place while they were cooking in the pan, but they didn't taste all that bad. Mama's real specialty was sauerkraut, which she made carefully from scratch. After shredding the cabbage and soaking it in a pot of vinegar all night long, she drained it in the morning and boiled it with Polish sausage.
The dish was always my brother's favorite. When Dad got out of class at Edison Tech later at night, he swung back through Mama's place, hoisted me up onto his shoulders, and took Buster by the hand so we could make our way back home. My brother didn't like that I got special treatment and was carried all the way to our house. Our aunt Delores, God love her, recognized how hard things were on Dad and took it upon herself to help out.
Even though she and her husband, Uncle Bob, had eight children of their own by then, she regularly offered to watch Buster and me. I don't know what we would have done without her reaching out to try to ease the strain on our dad. After years of never having a car, Dad eventually got a beautiful sky-blue '53 Pontiac convertible with a white canvas drop top through a VA Veterans Affairs loan from the government. The car was the hottest convertible in the neighborhood. During the summer, Dad drove my brother and me up to Vancouver to spend time with family and dropped us off at his half brother's, Uncle Frank and Aunt Pearl's, where we ended up staying for a couple months.
When Dad came back up to Canada at the end of the summer and brought Buster and me back down to Seattle, he soon realized he had a major problem: Dad was working long hours during the day, and no one was around to take care of us.