Page 1 of my Jimi Hendrix comic. Done A3 with my usual pen. These will all be scans from photocopies of a photocopy, so it has lost a bit of detail. This was done in about 1997, it took me until 2002 to complete the comic, but that is because I am slow.


Although I did not know it at the time Jimi Hendrix recorded "Woke up this morning and found myself dead". A lot of coincidences came out of this story. The whole thing came in one evening, despite the fact that I knew nothing about Jimi Hendrix and I had only heard Crosstown traffic and Voodoo Child. Whilst drawing the story I found a lot of Jimi's life was reflected in the stor, and yet I had know knowledge of these things. It is a bit odd.

For people who don't know these things Jimi died on September the 18th 1970:

In the early morning hours of September 18, 1970, Jimi Hendrix was found dead in the basement flat of the Samarkand Hotel at 22 Lansdowne Crescent in London. Hendrix died amid circumstances which have never been fully explained, and the exact details of his death will probably never be confirmed. He had spent the night with his German girlfriend, Monika Dannemann, and likely died in bed after drinking wine and taking nine Vesperax sleeping pills, then asphyxiating on his own vomit. Police and ambulance reports reveal that not only was Hendrix dead when they arrived on the scene, but he had been dead for some time, the apartment's front door was wide open, and the apartment itself empty.

A sad poem written by Hendrix that was found in the apartment has led some to believe that he committed suicide. More speculative is the belief that Hendrix was murdered—forcibly given the sleeping pills and wine, then asphyxiated with a scarf by professionals hired by manager Michael Jeffery. The most popular theory, however, is that he simply misjudged the potency of the sleeping pills, and asphyxiated in his sleep due to an inability to regain consciousness when he vomited.