My brother gave me my first Doors album, Strange Days, when I was 10 as a gift to enlighten my musical tastes with the advice, "listen to the lyrics". While the other kids my age were groovin' to the bubble gum pop of the day, I was off into the Wilderness with Jim. I vividly remember the day I learned he died, I was sitting outside at night listening to my crappy AM radio trying to pull in a distant rock station when the DJ interrupted with the news. I was crushed.

Over the years I have collected his poetry, obtained a copy of HWY, and the raw readings of his poetry sans the god awful music his band mates layered over it to make American Prayer. His words are amazing and it's some of the only poetry I know by heart.

"Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars

Out here we is stoned
Immaculate."
~ James Douglas Morrison - December 8, 1943 – July 3, 1971
He was the Lizard King, and he could do anything.
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