Although having heard Jim Morrison on the underground radio late very late at night for the first time, singing the song that made everyone fall in love with him for a moment, I could completely understand where "groupies" might come from.

"Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss,
Another flashing chance .... at bliss ....."

But even he couldn't get me, not for long. I honestly didn't like too much of the Doors I heard. I'd remembered reading somewhere Mick Jagger called them "The Bores". He might have been right about that.

I'd listen to the Doors music as it came across the radio at night, just like everyone else was doing, and the deejay would spin sometimes a whole brand new album.

The piano part would stumble and stagger like a drunk.

" I tell you we must die ...

Oh, moon of Alabama"


("Hey ..... That's Brecht," I'd announce to myself intrigued but it would take me all the way until "Alabama" to catch on where I'd read the lyrics of this song and to dredge out the name.)

"The gate is straight, deep and wide
Break on thru ... "


"Oh, he's read Malraux," I'd tell another friend. I'd catch on quickly sometimes, or so I thought.

"Shit! I mean GIDE," I'd have to correct myself.

I'd laugh and say, "Nevermind."  ¶ 1/06/2011 08:56:00 AM