A Few Jim Thoughts

So, I'm watching The Doors: Soundstage Performances, which is just a bunch of their TV appearances (not Ed Sullivan) cobbled together with preludes of the Three Remaining and the now-late Danny Sugerman yammering on about it.

If any fuckwitted moron tries to tell me the beard made him unsexy or unhandsome, I'll have words. Being an overweight drunk made him unattractive, but the beard did not. You cannot always have your beauty giftwrapped for you, morons.

If any fuckwitted moron tries to tell me that he was just a drunken twat, I will refer them to any interview or remarks he ever made. He was an alcoholic with a penchant for trying anything that came his way (including once, chloroform), but he wasn't stupid. He was incredibly clever, erudite and thoughtful and I will beat the marrow out of your bones until you concede this point.

Hearing him talk about electronic music, knowing that in his writings (such as they are) he basically predicted reality TV, I would like to suggest we investigate the old fucker's potential for the job title 'prophet'. I'm just saying.

I'm so unused to seeing him move and talk and stuff. I've always taken him first as the voice on the record, second as the still photograph, third as the spectre on my shoulder and only fourthly as a filmed phenomenon. It's strange and yet familiar to see him do his Indian-esque dancing around, to see his lips move, his face emote and in all ways a living breathing man.

Lastly, I shall apologise to Danny Sugerman again: I have over the years been too harsh on you. I don't doubt your true love for the Doors' music, and it's probably thanks to you that anyone still cares about it... but did you have to make such ludicrous remarks as "It's my personal opinion that Jim Morrison was a god?" This sort of thing only makes both of you look like tits. Still, I hope your space in Heaven is cosy and you've seen our boy. Give him my regards, for we both loved him.

A Few Jim Thoughts

So, I'm watching The Doors: Soundstage Performances, which is just a bunch of their TV appearances (not Ed Sullivan) cobbled together with preludes of the Three Remaining and the now-late Danny Sugerman yammering on about it.

If any fuckwitted moron tries to tell me the beard made him unsexy or unhandsome, I'll have words. Being an overweight drunk made him unattractive, but the beard did not. You cannot always have your beauty giftwrapped for you, morons.

If any fuckwitted moron tries to tell me that he was just a drunken twat, I will refer them to any interview or remarks he ever made. He was an alcoholic with a penchant for trying anything that came his way (including once, chloroform), but he wasn't stupid. He was incredibly clever, erudite and thoughtful and I will beat the marrow out of your bones until you concede this point.

Hearing him talk about electronic music, knowing that in his writings (such as they are) he basically predicted reality TV, I would like to suggest we investigate the old fucker's potential for the job title 'prophet'. I'm just saying.

I'm so unused to seeing him move and talk and stuff. I've always taken him first as the voice on the record, second as the still photograph, third as the spectre on my shoulder and only fourthly as a filmed phenomenon. It's strange and yet familiar to see him do his Indian-esque dancing around, to see his lips move, his face emote and in all ways a living breathing man.

Lastly, I shall apologise to Danny Sugerman again: I have over the years been too harsh on you. I don't doubt your true love for the Doors' music, and it's probably thanks to you that anyone still cares about it... but did you have to make such ludicrous remarks as "It's my personal opinion that Jim Morrison was a god?" This sort of thing only makes both of you look like tits. Still, I hope your space in Heaven is cosy and you've seen our boy. Give him my regards, for we both loved him.