In the new issue of Maxim magazine, there is an article that features music stars lost children that aren't recognized (illegitimate). In part of the article it talks about Jimi Hendrix, Jr. To my knowledge i thought Jimi Hendrix didn't have any children...is this true or just a farce???

supposedly Jimi Fathered a Child in stockholm...again supposedly...

missfee said:

tis true, my dear. according to electric gypsy he had a baby with some swedish chick. i forget the mom and kids names tho
i dunno if its really his, but i'm pretty sure the book said al acknoledges him as his grandson

Moonwalkbjrain said:

damn i lose the bet with my boyfriend....shit...

Moonwalkbjrain said:

In 1978 it was reported that the hendrix estate agreed to pay Eva Sundquist a sum of about $1 million dollars. I saw a picture of her and Jimi'a alegged son in the 90's and he was this swedish dude with a fro decked out like Jimi.

There was another suit that was denied in the us in 1972 buy another woman claiming to be the mother of Jimi's daughter.

Another book I read( i think it was the noel redding one) Said that jimi was always gettting paternaty suits when he was still alive. i'm sure he has some children out there, but to my knowledge, none have ever been officially recognized in the US

Rhastus said:

yea! thats here eva sundquist, where'd u see their picture? i'd love to see what they look like

heres a lil more info on jimi jr

James Henrik Daniel Sundquist (Jimi, Jr)
(1969-)
Jimi's Swedish son. He was concieved when Jimi was on a tour in Sweden.
He was born October 6, 1969 in either Allmäna BB or Söders Sjukhuset in Stockholm.
In the beginning, his mother Eva refused to reveal the father's name in order to protect young Jimi and keep Jimi Sr out of trouble. She revealed the paternity after Jimi's death.
In December 1975, Swedish Distric Court established James Henrik as Jimi's son. Thus, he is, according to Swedish law, entitled to Jimi's shole inheritance. But US laws gives Little James nothing. Al Hendrix wrote Eva and said she had no chance of getting any money, perhaps thinking she's a hoax. In april 1976, Al has changed his mind, and grants a monthly support for the Sundquist family.
Young Jimi was bothered as a child because of his father, and because of being black in Sweden. He looks just like Jimi, and is now proud of who his dad is. He also likes the music, though it is not his favourite. He also rescently appeared as a statist on a music video featuring a techno melody with lots of Hendrix sampling; If the 60s Were The 90s.

and here is an article from the washington post (it appears homeboy had a daughter! )

Out of a Purple Haze

Reviewed by Mary Ishimoto Morris

Sunday, May 15, 2005; Page BW04

JIMI HENDRIX: The Man, The Magic, The Truth

By Sharon Lawrence

HarperCollins. 352 pp. $24.95


Who is Sharon Lawrence, and why did she wait so long to write this new memoir/biography of Jimi Hendrix, who died at the age of 27 in 1970, but still topped Rolling Stone magazine's 2003 list of the "100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time"? A bit of Internet browsing piques one's curiosity. Two years ago in London, Hendrix's address book, "listing several of his numerous girlfriends, such as Linda Keith and Sharon Lawrence," was presented for auction. Two empty packs of Salem cigarettes smoked by Hendrix, taken "from the collection of Sharon Lawrence," sold for $331.51 last November. And another Web site shows a transcript of Lawrence's testimony on behalf of Hendrix when he was tried for possession of heroin and hashish in Toronto, Canada, in December 1969.

In fact, Lawrence was not one of Hendrix's girlfriends. Rather, as a young UPI entertainment reporter, she was introduced to the hot new star in 1968 by his publicist, Leslie Perrin, before a sold-out show at the Anaheim Convention Center. Familiar with his "somewhat terrifying image" from the British music press, she was surprised to find him "a shy, polite human being." After chatting with him for several minutes, she went out front to take in his show, and "the subdued fellow I'd just met [turned] into the most lascivious, outrageous, spectacular performer" she'd ever seen. Afterward Perrin told Lawrence, "I hope you'll get to know Hendrix. He could use a friend."

Hendrix phoned her a week later, and Lawrence became "a confidante, a sounding board, an actual friend who wasn't involved in his career," someone who "felt that it was important to remember everything he said about his troubled formative years, his disappointments, his dreams, his goals, and his joy in and passion for music." She waited for years to write this book, thinking that time and experience might make her "see Jimi from a different point of view," but found instead that her sense of who he was remained the same.

Lawrence's insightful rendering of Jimi Hendrix the human being is the first written by someone whom Hendrix apparently trusted with his deepest thoughts and feelings -- about his music, family and career. Her Hendrix laughs, worries, shouts, cries, smokes, shares cherished photographs, talks about problems with his family, irons a shirt, flings furniture. One wonders about the empty, Hendrix-touched cigarette packs Lawrence may have put up for auction, but her intent does not seem -- in this book, at least -- to make herself look good; rather, she seeks to shed light on Hendrix's states of mind as his genius begat idolatry, and on the confusion surrounding the ongoing battle for control of his legacy.

Lawrence, who later became a consultant for several major record companies and movie studios, is her own key source. As such, her portrait of Hendrix is hardly objective, even though her tone is mostly journalistic. She also reports what she knows or has learned from more than 250 other named and unnamed sources and has so much inside information about -- and passion for -- her subject that she sounds convincingly authoritative.

Lawrence sometimes can't help but break her usually measured tone. When Monika Dannemann suggested meeting for tea in 1991, Lawrence writes, "I sooner would have stuck my head in the oven." Dannemann, after all, had been with the stoned Hendrix the night he died from choking on his own vomit; she stalled instead of calling immediately for an ambulance and falsely claimed to be his fiancée. Lawrence also rolls her eyeballs at Hendrix's manager, Michael Jeffery, whom she considers unscrupulous. But her loyalty to Hendrix and these people's troubling relationships with him, which have been discussed in other books as well, make these distracting breaks in tone forgivable.

Lawrence is a witness here for Hendrix's defense -- as she was during his trial in Toronto, when her testimony helped lead to his acquittal. Her book also speaks up for the deceased over his embattled estate; Lawrence angrily describes what she sees as Hendrix's betrayal by his adopted stepsister, Janie Hendrix. Jimi barely knew her, Lawrence reports, but she presented herself as his sister and obtained control of his estate when his father became infirm, even having the audacity to claim that Jimi's younger brother, Leon, wasn't his father's natural son.

Some of the book's saddest pages relate to Hendrix's unstable, poverty-stricken childhood. Lawrence discovered some things about Hendrix's background that not even he knew -- most notably that the foster family who had cared for him when he was 2, whom he remembered fondly, had wanted to adopt him before his father returned from military service and retrieved him. She also reports on Hendrix's Swedish son, James Henrik Daniel Sundquist, and his daughter, Tamika Laurice James, both of whom were born out of wedlock -- and were acknowledged by Hendrix but shunned by his estate. Still, perhaps the most surprising part of the book is Lawrence's conviction that the overdose of barbiturates that led to Hendrix's death was not unintentional but a calculated risk.

In a just world, an artist so loved and respected would have been survived by a dignified legacy, not one of greed, contention and dishonesty. Jimi Hendrix doesn't seem to have been fortunate in family or business, and although he had many lovers, he wasn't lucky in love, either. But in being able to count on Lawrence's friendship to illuminate for his fans the real from the fake, he was blessed. ·

Mary Ishimoto Morris is Book World's editorial assistant and a columnist for Music Monthly.
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and now i am done!

Stax said:

thanx for the pic...i had an older one...he does look like jimi...right on!!

prettymansson said:

wow... nah that kid IS a Hendrix he's got all the features...

Stax said:

thanx! he really does look like jimi, i dont see how dude can be denied in anyway! he's hott, just like his daddy, the only thing i dont like is his hair,mullets look good on NOONE