In Memory of Jim Morrison, 1943-1971

Today, the 30th anniversary of the death of Jim Morrison, is truly the day the music died. I was not destined to be alive at the same time as him, but he has touched my life nonetheless.

In the lyrics to his songs, I find whimsical musings, things that make me smile when they pop into my head. I hear cacaphonous, demonic celebrations, where good and evil collide in a twisted and frenzied dance. I see the love that I have never been able to achieve, but long to.

And yet, underneath your cocksure demeanor, you were shy, just as I am. Your thoughts were always hidden, just out of reach, obscured in your compositions, your expressions.

And yet you still had the strength to rally behind others, to fight, to have the courage of your convictions.

Somehow, though, you just couldn’t manage to stay away from the bottle. The drugs. The vices that consumed you. That took you away from us in the prime of your life.

In the short time you were alive, you accomplished much, and in death you accomplished much more. Your legend lives on, in the minds of people who wish to be shocked and horrified, yet pacified and soothed. Those who wish to get everything from life need go no further than your words.

I wish I could have known you in person the way I do in my mind. You are not forgotten.

“I will not go, prefer a feast of friends to the Giant Family”-James Douglas Morrison, Poet.

As someone who is not, nor has ever been a big fan of The Doors, I can still definitely pay my respects to Mr. Morrison. His music has touched a lot of people, long after he’s been gone. And that, well, you just have to respect.

So, Amn Doors, what do you think of the people who believe he’s still alive and that he’s not really buried in Paris?

Honey, is that you?

Just kidding. My husband is a huge Doors fan, and he loves Jim Morrison. He’s a member here, but hardly ever shows up. I’ll have to tell him about this thread. If anything can make him social, it’s talking about the Doors.

If it weren’t for the fact that we have no money whatsoever, hubby and I would doubtless be in Paris at this moment to join in the vigils and celebrations.

I’m not much of a fan myself, but I like a few of the songs. I guess in honor of Jim, I’ll have to bite my tongue tonight if Mr. Jeannie wants to crank up “L.A. Woman” a little louder than usual. :slight_smile:

Wow… I turn 25 on Friday, so I was not around to see the Doors in all their glory. I still listen to their album’s and have numerous books of lyrics and poems by Morrison. He had such a way with words that no one has matched in a long time.

I was born six months too late.
But oh, what a man! He had looks, words, and a voice!

Morrison was a great talent (although I consider Eliot the best poet of all time)…a bit crazy, but aren’t we all?

Here’s to you, Jim…

I was in the per le chaise (SP?) before they cleaned up his gravesite. When I asked the guard where Morrison’s grave was, I was treated like the worst sort of unclean rabble. The bust was there and had all sorts of grafitti and mementos.

It’s a shame to think that he so sqandered his talent and died so young.

Grave site was cleaned up when I went there about 2 years ago. It is “just” a grave now. Also had a guard that “shushed” every group of people coming up. Said guard also caught me when I was almost finished with my second beer and made me throw it away.

I have a theory. Maybe Jim Morrison and Jimi both died from broken hearts. Did they find living with the fact some of they’re music was mis-interpreted?
If I wrote an anti-war/counter-culture song and then found soldiers listening to said songs as they blasted villages, I think I’d turn to drink and drugs!?
RIP Jim

*It’s really boring
When you’re decomposing
People just want to
Put you in the ground

They throw the dirt on you
The worms nibble on you
It’s no fun when you’re
Six feet down

When you’re dead
Things crawl out of your head
When you’re
Deeeaaaaaad*

Beautiful thread, dude, just had to post.

Personally, I think he wanted to die for a long time before death came for him. That doesn’t make it any less sad for those of us left behind, though :frowning:

— G. Raven