“Hey man,” he said excitedly. “I got my bandanna back. Look.”

He disappeared out of the frame and the camera zoomed in on this young blonde girl.

“Say hello to the camera,” I heard Jimi say.

“Hello to the camera,” the girl said.

Jimi came back into the frame, grinning like mad.

“Yeah, man,” he crowed. “My yellow bandanna came back. Show him,” he said to the girl.

The girl pulled her cheesecloth dress up and off. She was beautifully naked underneath except for a bright yellow pair of panties.

Jimi stood behind her and cupped her breasts.

“Now tell the camera what you told me.”

“I stole the bandanna from out of a guitar case in Detroit Hall,” the girl said. “I knew it was Jimi’s and so I took it home and made these with it.” As she spoke she slid a finger into the waistband of the panties. Then she slipped her hand down inside them. After a few seconds it became obvious she was using her hand to arouse herself.

Behind her, Jimi slid the yellow underwear down her thighs. She stepped out of them.

Then Jimi and the girl made love.

I’m not going to get pornographic, but there were some things I saw on that film that were absolutely wonderful. Jimi and that girl did everything it is possible for two people to do. It was raunchy, sexy, erotic, beautiful. It was more than fucking. I was seeing two people making love.

And just to contribute further to the myth-pool – Jimi did have a very big cock. The expressions on that girl’s face ran the gamut from ecstasy to agony to awe to wonder to delight.

At one point she whispered “Thank you” into Jimi’s ear.

Finally they collapsed into a sweaty heap.

Eventually Jimi got up and came towards the camera. He grinned and winked, then switched the camera off. The screen went blank.

Was it a happy ending?

It was as near to a happy ending as you ever get in the music industry.

Yellow Bandanna