Today always makes me so sad, 27 years just wasn't enough.
Say no to drugs, kids.
Since it's been a while since I've shared...
This is actually my daughter's favorite song by the Doors, when she'll admit to liking them. It's off their 3rd studio album Waiting for the Sun which was released in July of 1968. It was largely considered a "disappointment" at the time, only peaking at 16 in the US (but 1 in the UK). Jim was headlong into his alcoholism and drugs, so this was kind of pieced together however they could. The song itself was written by the band as a whole, but you can obviously hear Jim's contribution through the heavy Native American influences throughout the song. This was a commonality for a lot of the songs that Jim wrote himself due to his belief that the spirt of a Shaman traveled through him after witnessing a car accident when he was 4 years old.
"He says, 'Hank Williams is one of the best. I like roadhouse music.' Then he says, 'I'm going to New Orleans, going to drive all night long. Is it the same? New Orleans?' And I say, 'As what?' And he says, 'Well, you know.' And I say, 'Well it's all the South, you know, although there are considerable more trees down that way. 'And that makes him laugh. He says, 'Maybe I'll see you again.' But I didn't want to see him again, Frannie. Because he had the eyes of a man who has been trying to look into the dark for a long time and has maybe begun to see what is there. I think, if I ever see that man Flagg, his eyes might look a little like that."
Stu shook his head as they pushed their bikes across the road and parked them. "I've been thinking of that. I thought about getting some of his records after that, but I didn't want them. His voice....it's a good voice, but it gives me the creeps."
"Stuart, who are you talking about?"
"You remember a rock and roll group called The Doors? The man that stopped that night for gas in Arnette was Jim Morrison. I'm sure of it."
Her mouth dropped open. "But he died! He died in France! He-" And then she stopped. Because there had been something funny about Morrison's death, hadn't there? Something secret.
Yes. 753 pages and that is what I decide to take the time to quote. I like King's description of him, very fitting for the "last years" of his life.