Sunday Special: Roast Beef OR Fried Chicken Only 99¢!
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| From the Toledo Blade, March 30, 1968 |
Honestly, do you think anyone is gonna' come out to that stinky-old fieldhouse and lay down $1.50 to see some equally smelly hippie with a Fender guitar jumping around onstage, stroking his ego and making suggestive (really, is there any other kind?) sex-faces at the young ladies in attendance with all these tasty and nutritious dining options available for the same coin? Likewise, if Mr. Hendrix had a sensible bone in his body, he'd put down that mid-performance guitar tartare he's so fond of and instead sink his teeth into one of Harold's tantalizing specials ASAP.
A side note to Mr. Promoter:
Look, all of us in the biz know hyperbole is part and parcel with concert promotion. From the xeroxed flyers stapled to telephone poles by excited teenagers to Grand Funk's legendary, sixty-foot high, city block-long Time Square Billboard, the goal is to "get the message out!" at any cost. But I honestly believe you've gone overboard here; some of that lettering is nearly one-half an inch tall! We don't need your kind tarnishing the otherwise sterling reputations of rock promoters.
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Animals frontman and Hendrix's pill-poppin' pal Eric Burdon once commented that "He was ours".
Burdon meant that America neither wanted nor appreciated Hendrix and had nothing to do with his success.
Clearly Toledo played a crucial role in the early years of TJHE. Where else would they get equal billing with such mouth-watering temptations?
No doubt the boy from Seattle put on a top-notch show that night, since the veal-cutlet at the Del-Rea provided some stiff competition.
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