'Which brings me to the 'Love and Peace Festival' on the Isle of Fehmarn, West Germany. What an extraordinary gig. I think we flew from Berlin to meet up with all the other bands. We then all took a train to the coast and finally a ferry to the island. It was a very early call first off, to get to the airport. Once there I got a lot of hassle from them about my passport, which I'd had for years. By this time I had long hair and didn’t look much like the photo and they weren’t going to let me through. It was early in the morning and I wasn’t in the best of moods and rumour has it that I actually assaulted one of the guards. Thank God one of the promoters was there and between him and Stickells, they sorted everything out. So the day started well. We got to the gig and all the bands were checked into the same hotel, probably the only hotel on the island. The people running the hotel dint know what they had let themselves in for, the bands had completely taken over the place. We got there mid-afternoon and were supposedly on at eight. By about six we heard this wind and then it turned into a gale. We knew by then that there were other problems as well. The usual equipment troubles plus bikers with guns and various militants. We knew we wouldn’t play at eight, but we were told that we might get on by midnight. Well, we'd gone through Woodstock, so what's knew? By mid-evening, because of the gale, none of the bands could play at all and they were all back at the hotel. By nine o'clock the hotel had been drunk dry, fights were breaking out, all substances had been consumed. We’re talking about a couple of hundred musicians, who were not having any fun. We sent some of the roadies out to the site to get some beer, which did ease the situation slightly. And, of course, two hundred musicians together, it was, 'Let's Party!' By midnight it was all getting to crazy for me, the bar had been wrecked and it was total lunacy. I didn’t want anything to do with it so I went up to my room. I hadn’t been there long, when I got a knock at the door and it's Billy, looking completely bewildered. By this time Id spent nine months with him and he'd always been totally stable and reliable. He said, 'You know we're going to get off this island alive. It's going to be taken over by the Nazis. He was in my room for three hours and although he was rambling, he made a certain amount of sense and many of his prophecies came true-odd. I called Jimi and we tried to calm him down. It was difficult to say what the problem was. He never took acid, in fact he rarely smoked, and although he might have been spiked, I think we would have known, you can tell if someone is tripping. We could probably have dealt with it better if it had been that. To this day we don’t know what happened to him, he was highly emotional and highly disturbed. We tried to find a doctor, which of course was impossible, but after several hours he did seem calmer and did get some sleep. Anyway, because of the gale we were rescheduled for midday on the Sunday. We heard there had been real problems overnight-a lot of violence. We drove out to the sight, got out of the car and this plank of wood with six-inch nails in it was thrown from the back of a group of Hell's Angels and hit Gerry Stickells on the head. Fortunately he got off lightly, but the feeling was , let's do the gig and get the hell out. Our actual performance was OK and our adrenalin was pumping as well, but we did do a slightly shorter than usual set. We rushed off the stage, helicopter back to the mainland straight back to England. We were glad to get out. Some of Billy's prophecies did come true, people were killed and they did seal off the island after we left, for a couple of days. Also, and I found this out recently, one of our roadies, Rocky, was shot right through the leg by a machine gun, while taking down our equipment. One of those places with a really ugly feeling, a bit like the Stones gig at Altamont , I suppose.' Mitch Mitchell & John Platt, “The Hendrix Experience” , 1990, at pp 154&156
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J
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'Which brings me to the 'Love and Peace Festival' on the Isle of Fehmarn, West Germany. What an extraordinary gig. I think we flew from Berlin to meet up with all the other bands. We then all took a train to the coast and finally a ferry to the island. It was a very early call first off, to get to the airport. Once there I got a lot of hassle from them about my passport, which I'd had for years. By this time I had long hair and didn’t look much like the photo and they weren’t going to let me through. It was early in the morning and I wasn’t in the best of moods and rumour has it that I actually assaulted one of the guards. Thank God one of the promoters was there and between him and Stickells, they sorted everything out. So the day started well.
We got to the gig and all the bands were checked into the same hotel, probably the only hotel on the island. The people running the hotel dint know what they had let themselves in for, the bands had completely taken over the place. We got there mid-afternoon and were supposedly on at eight. By about six we heard this wind and then it turned into a gale.
We knew by then that there were other problems as well. The usual equipment troubles plus bikers with guns and various militants. We knew we wouldn’t play at eight, but we were told that we might get on by midnight. Well, we'd gone through Woodstock, so what's knew? By mid-evening, because of the gale, none of the bands could play at all and they were all back at the hotel.
By nine o'clock the hotel had been drunk dry, fights were breaking out, all substances had been consumed. We’re talking about a couple of hundred musicians, who were not having any fun. We sent some of the roadies out to the site to get some beer, which did ease the situation slightly. And, of course, two hundred musicians together, it was, 'Let's Party!' By midnight it was all getting to crazy for me, the bar had been wrecked and it was total lunacy. I didn’t want anything to do with it so I went up to my room.
I hadn’t been there long, when I got a knock at the door and it's Billy, looking completely bewildered. By this time Id spent nine months with him and he'd always been totally stable and reliable. He said, 'You know we're going to get off this island alive. It's going to be taken over by the Nazis. He was in my room for three hours and although he was rambling, he made a certain amount of sense and many of his prophecies came true-odd. I called Jimi and we tried to calm him down. It was difficult to say what the problem was. He never took acid, in fact he rarely smoked, and although he might have been spiked, I think we would have known, you can tell if someone is tripping. We could probably have dealt with it better if it had been that.
To this day we don’t know what happened to him, he was highly emotional and highly disturbed. We tried to find a doctor, which of course was impossible, but after several hours he did seem calmer and did get some sleep. Anyway, because of the gale we were rescheduled for midday on the Sunday. We heard there had been real problems overnight-a lot of violence. We drove out to the sight, got out of the car and this plank of wood with six-inch nails in it was thrown from the back of a group of Hell's Angels and hit Gerry Stickells on the head. Fortunately he got off lightly, but the feeling was , let's do the gig and get the hell out.
Our actual performance was OK and our adrenalin was pumping as well, but we did do a slightly shorter than usual set. We rushed off the stage, helicopter back to the mainland straight back to England. We were glad to get out.
Some of Billy's prophecies did come true, people were killed and they did seal off the island after we left, for a couple of days. Also, and I found this out recently, one of our roadies, Rocky, was shot right through the leg by a machine gun, while taking down our equipment. One of those places with a really ugly feeling, a bit like the Stones gig at Altamont , I suppose.'
Mitch Mitchell & John Platt, “The Hendrix Experience” , 1990, at pp 154&156
Where was the stage; where the rock was?