Thursday, May 29, 2008


The Doors road the dark side of the hippie experience, and while the love generation was joyously trip-toeing through the flower power tulips, Jim Morrison was channeling Dionysus and stirring up primeval gods with lysergic calliopes and shaman drums. In 1971, death cast a silver wing over Jim Mojo Risin', who is now buried with other poets maudits in the Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris. Strange days have found us, he whispered. We'll meet again, we'll meet again.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

At one point, not too many years ago, I put posters of the great but dead rockers up in my office. It wasn't until I was done that I realized the similarity.
Jim (Morrison)
Janice (Joplin)
Jerry (Garcia)
John (Lennon)
Jimi (Hendrix)

It was just a little spooky.