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Jim [Apr. 14th, 2008|10:38 am]
Tony Grist
Ever since I nearly choked to death on my own vomit (what a rock 'n' roll way to go) I've been sleeping semi-upright on a hill of pillows. It seems to be working. 

But because this leaves my upper body exposed I've taken to wearing a tee shirt.  The tee shirt I had on last night was a gift from Joe. It has a picture of Jim Morrison stripped to the waist, looking edibly gorgeous with the legend An American Poet above his head. 

Well, I couldn't wear it on the street, now could I? People might think I meant it.

I have a history with the Doors. Graham Leader- who is now a film producer and lives (I think) in New York- introduced me to them. We were a couple of rich kids having an educational glaze put over us at a university in Switzerland, only we stopped going to classes and instead we'd hang out in his bedroom and listen to his miniscule record collection: Dylan, the Doors, Miles Davis, Miles Davis, the Doors, Dylan. In Paris there was a revolution in full swing and we were going to join in and do our bit just as soon as an opportunity presented itself. 

For a long time the Doors were my idea of rebel music. When I was courting Ailz I used to play them very loud in the car. "Father, I want to kill you. Mother I want to......"  Ailz  was fond of me so she never said- until long afterwards- how sad that was. Joe remembers those days.

Unfortunately by the time he came to give me the shirt I was no longer a fan, having finally (at the age of 47 or thereabouts) acquired a sense of humour. He wasn't to know this; parents are, after all, incapable of personal development. 

I'm not saying the Doors are rubbish. That swirly, haunted carousel sound they make is lovely. It's just Morrison- the poete maudit stuff, the attitudinising, the absence of irony. Poor little sod, he took himself so seriously.
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[User Picture]From: veronica_milvus
2008-04-14 03:20 pm (UTC)
I must have missed the One Where You Almost Died. OMG! Glad you didn't do the rock n roll thang.

Most rock bands in those days took themselves too seriously. I used to ponder the meaning of Genesis lyrics... but at least Zep, the Doors, Genesis etc. were consummate musicians.

The song I remember going "wow" to (and without the help of illicit substances) was Cat Stevens' "My Lady de Banneville" played very loud, in a very dark brown room, with a bunch of friends, drinking very black coffee.

Dazed and Confused by Zep has horrible, horrible snog memories for me. As does "Nights in White Satin". eeewwww
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[User Picture]From: halfmoon_mollie
2008-04-14 03:31 pm (UTC)
"My Lady D'Arbanville" was written about the woman he was dating (Patty D'Arbanville?) and the fact that the relationship was over...

She has had well-publicized relationships with singer Cat Stevens (ca. 1968-1970) and actor Don Johnson (ca. 1981-1986), with whom she has a son, Jesse Wayne Johnson (born on December 7, 1982).

because my head is FULL of that kind of trivia, there's no room for 'real' stuff.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2008-04-14 03:56 pm (UTC)
I had a bad case of reflux. I don't really think I was close to death, but it was a nasty experience.

By and large the sixties bands weren't as pretentious as those that came along in the seventies. Morrison and the Doors were forerunners.
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