Another Rock and Roll Post

Going to see the Doors For the 21st Century last week sparked a chain reaction of thoughts that have culminated in this post. I'm sure that for most of you it will be at best, of only passing interest. For some of you perhaps it will be more interesting, if you like me, ever took a rock star like Jim to your heart. If you too understand what it is like to idolise someone through the ages, regardless of death, regardless of musical fashion and regardless of the rumour mill that has ground away since that death. Perhaps this is not just for Jim fans, but for all of us who lost a hero too young, too suddenly and too mysteriously. This, I suppose, is for us.

( James and I )

One last thought that I scrawled in my shorthand notebook after listening to Morrison Hotel on the way last week:

Morrison's deep, rough/smooth voice reverberates in my chest where my heart had previously been. I am reminded absolutely of why I fell in love with him long ago, why I pushed myself to the edge of insanity to write about him. I am reminded of what Jim had been before he was offered up as a human sacrifice to the often greedy gods of rock and rolls, before he became the poster child of teen rebels without a cause. And I saw that it was good.

Another Rock and Roll Post

Going to see the Doors For the 21st Century last week sparked a chain reaction of thoughts that have culminated in this post. I'm sure that for most of you it will be at best, of only passing interest. For some of you perhaps it will be more interesting, if you like me, ever took a rock star like Jim to your heart. If you too understand what it is like to idolise someone through the ages, regardless of death, regardless of musical fashion and regardless of the rumour mill that has ground away since that death. Perhaps this is not just for Jim fans, but for all of us who lost a hero too young, too suddenly and too mysteriously. This, I suppose, is for us.

( James and I )

One last thought that I scrawled in my shorthand notebook after listening to Morrison Hotel on the way last week:

Morrison's deep, rough/smooth voice reverberates in my chest where my heart had previously been. I am reminded absolutely of why I fell in love with him long ago, why I pushed myself to the edge of insanity to write about him. I am reminded of what Jim had been before he was offered up as a human sacrifice to the often greedy gods of rock and rolls, before he became the poster child of teen rebels without a cause. And I saw that it was good.

This just in: Shock News.

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Take the Music Nerd Test

The world keels over with surprise. Questions like "I wear leather trousers (like Jim Morrison)" helped I'm sure. My low score (for me) is probably due to my dislike of newer stuff.

For the record, I don't have to wonder what a 'duran' is. It's not a thing, it's a character from Barbarella called Durand-Durand, and that Duran Duran named themselves after something from that kitschfest explains everything about them.

Unless of course there's something else called a duran and I've not heard about it.

This just in: Shock News.

66.90821% - Extreme Music Nerd
Take the Music Nerd Test

The world keels over with surprise. Questions like "I wear leather trousers (like Jim Morrison)" helped I'm sure. My low score (for me) is probably due to my dislike of newer stuff.

For the record, I don't have to wonder what a 'duran' is. It's not a thing, it's a character from Barbarella called Durand-Durand, and that Duran Duran named themselves after something from that kitschfest explains everything about them.

Unless of course there's something else called a duran and I've not heard about it.