Is everybody in the ceremony is about to begin.



Hi.. Good to talk to you , cold much?


When I was growing up in Los Angeles every since
I was about eleven or twelve I wanted to be a
Disc Jockey I was fascinated with radio and everything about it.
I would listen to all the great disc jockeys on the air
in the L.A. radio market.
Finally I passed middle school and was anxious to go to
high school . One day I went to the high school radio station
and began to lay it down
I met a few people taught me a bit more about it, must
of the people hanging out at high school station were musician
types one friend in particular invite me over to try and write a song
We never did finish the song .
My friend’s dad came home and invited me over for dinner
I still remember eating chicken and gravy drinking a beer,
but what I remember more is my friends father’s story, about
hanging out with Jim Morrison.

My friend Bob had heard the story a thousand times he was
into Dylan at the time, other high school lackeys were
listening to T-Rex, Bowie, Genesis, Punk rock was just
around the corner by the time I was 13 yrs old I was already
hooked on the Stones.
I asked Bob’s dad if the Doors ever hung out with the Stones?
He said “That could be possible”I was stunned that he wasn’t sure.
I asked him how did you get to know them he said
"I was going to school with them at UCLA I met Ray in class
and he introduce
me to Jim.”






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Always loved the Door's. Lyric's & Music.

"Well my heavy throbbers itchin' just to lay a solid rhythm down"

Hi, Marhsall.


"The music was new black polish chrome and came
over the summer like liquid metal the DJ's took pills
and stayed awake and played for seven days
they came to our home room party and played records.

Uh!
Uha!
Gedu!
I live uptown
I live downtown
I live all around
I had money, and I had none
But I never been so broke
That I couldn't leave town

I'm the air you breath
Food you eat
Friends your greet
In the sullen street, wow
See me change.






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Later that week I went over to Bob’s house and I asked
Mr. Kuhn “Do you recall the meeting between Mick Jagger
and the Doors?”
His face began to puzzelize deep in thought and said
“Yes I do recall that Mick was at the Doors Hollywood Bowl show.”
I was shock he didn’t remember this bit of history the first time
I asked him

Expert: Lisa Johnson

Question
I know that Jim went to Phoenix in '70 to see the Stones and
got in trouble on the flight. My quesion is, did Jim ever actually
get to see the Stones or meet them? Did they ever play on the
same bill? I have heard that Jim was referred to as
Also, one unrelated question, at the end the movie HWY,
Jim is in a bathroom urinating, is that his room at the
Alta Cienega Motel and have you ever stayed there?
I hear you can request his room 32. Thanks, I really
appriciate all your wisdom and research. Devyn

Answer
Hi Devyn. First of all, I want to apologize for the delay
in getting back to you as I have had internet problems
for about the past month.
Anyway, I don't believe Jim ever did get to see that concert.
I read that Jim went to a local dive bar and got drunk instead.
I am not sure, however if they ever actually met. I don't believe
they did, but I can't promise you that.
I have the movie HWY and have watched it before but don't
remember too much of it. I will plug in my vcr later
and watch closely the end of it (as you got my curiosity going
and see what I can find out for sure. Yes, you can
request that room and no I have never been there, although
I do plan on going on a trip to California next year and visiting
all his famous sites (including the Whiskey-A-Go-Go,
his home on Wonderland Ave with Pam, etc.).
I would rather visit the places
where he lived and thrived than where he died Sorry to
get off of the subject. Anyway, I will get back to you again within
a day or two and see what I find out after watching HWY.
Thanks so much!
~Lisa





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In the above mentioned interview, I thought Jim was going to go see C.C.R

"Well my heavy throbbers itchin' just to lay a solid rhythm down"

It's also in a book called ' last days of Jim Morrison

"Well my heavy throbbers itchin' just to lay a solid rhythm down"

Quote
Marhsall
In the above mentioned interview, I thought Jim was going to go see C.C.R

I didn't know that, thanks.

All of The Doors met Mick Jagger at Jim’s hotel room
before The Hollywood Bowl. Apparently Mick was really cool
to them despite the less than glamorous room they met in.

After the concert Mick seemed to give them a bad review
by saying they played for a long time or something like that.
Also, it was said that Jim’s girlfriend was getting a little
too close with Mick which made Jim mad.





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I was getting no where with Mr. Kuhn and his fuzzy
memories of drinking with Jim Morrison . I was getting frustrated
but kept my cool, Mr. Kuhn got up from his filthy recliner
but fell back and ask me if I ever heard of this groupie?

The Queen of the Hips and the Rocks
As a teenager growing up in Reseda, California, Pamela
Miller dreamed of falling in love and marrying a rock star.
By the time she graduated high school, she was a regular
on Sunset Strip, becoming a part of Hollywood’s local rock scene.
“When it came right down to it, rock and roll groups were
my life,” she wrote.
Spending most of her nights at the local hot spots,
making friends and meeting band members,
Pamela Miller soon became known as “the Queen of the Hips
and the Rocks” on the Strip. Over the next few years,
she would have relationships and sordid love affairs with
some of the world’s greatest rock stars, including Mick Jagger,

Jim Morrison, Jimmy Page, Waylon Jennings,Elton John ,
Jimi Hendrix's guitarist, Noel Redding,




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I wanna tell you about Texas radio and the BIG BEAT
The spoken word lyrics, written by Morrison, come from
a poem he wrote in 1968, three years before the music
was written. These lyrics were published in a
Doors souvenir book. It has gained considerable
fame over the years and has been featured on several
Doors compilation CDs.
Inspiration. Texas Radio refers to high power Mexican radio stations
that blasted into Texas in the 1950s. Not restricted
by American regulations,
said stations could have up to 150,000 watts.
Morrison and Manzarek both heard Wolfman Jack on one of these
Mexican stations.

The WASP refers to a Florida State University
radio station, where Morrison attended from 1962 to 1963.





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wanna tell you about texas radio and the big beat
Comes out of the virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master

Some call it heavenly in it s brilliance
Others, mean and ruthful of the western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the pharaoh died

The negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "forget the night
Live with us in forests of azure
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immaculate."
Listen to this, and I'll tell you bout the heartache
I'll tell you bout the heartache and the lose of god
I'll tell you bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you bout the maiden with raw iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn

I'll tell you bout texas radio and the big beat
Soft drivin, slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you bout the texas
I'll tell you bout the texas radio
I'll tell you bout the hopeless night
Wandering the western dream






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ROCK TALES: We've been having the time of our young
life this week going all geezer with our romp back
through the '60s and '70s and even the Space Age
'80s in our quest for the best concerts in Long Beach's
proud musical history.
We may never come back into the cold, steely present.
We may continue to write about old-guy stuff for weeks
to come. You don't like it, you can get off our lawn.
Today, we're dealing with some brisk little tales from
readers who've shared their memories of rock's young
years in this city, and we'll start with Mollie Tobin,
who was in LB when the Stones were in town and her
folks wouldn't let her go to the show (welcome to our
pre- and early teen world) because of their music and
crowd control.
"When the concert was over a friend of our family
who worked for the William Morris agency called to
let my family know that a decoy limousine was heading
to LAX, but the Stones were flying out of Long Beach, Ca."






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>>Ride The Snake<<

In Jim's case, I thought it was a 'lizard."

`Hi Edith Grove, ya you thought right
I got that Lizzard obession thing coming up.



I know it's only 40 days...NO! No!
it goes like this " I know it's only bleeding rock n' roll!



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Mick: Turn up the radio keith

Keef: Wot'?

Mick: Jeeeez! do i have to do everything!!!

Ronnie: Why don't you stop and ask for directions?

Charlie: Shut -up Ronnie!

Mick: Shhhh! be quite let me hear this.

Keith: Right!

Interview with Al Aronowitz

In the late 1950s and 1960s there were a number of
journalists who wrote about the rock scene, the protest
movement, and the literary underground--that maelstrom
of social unrest that later became known as "the counterculture."
Some of these journalists became pop (or semi-pop)
idols themselves: Tom Wolfe (of New York magazine),
Esquire's Gay Talese, and Jann Wenner, cofounder and
editor of Rolling Stone. Far lesser known (as well as
under appreciated) was a working reporter for the New York
Post named Al Aronowitz.

Back in the 1950s Aronowitz tracked down and
interviewed Jack Kerouac in a small Long Island town
called Northport where the author had gone to live
with his mother, Memere, to escape the hullabaloo following
the publication of On the Road; the interview has been
quoted by legions of Kerouac biographers. In 1960
Aronowitz did another seminal interview with Neal Cassady
when the latter was in San Quentin for marijuana smuggling.
Until the 1960s faded into the Age of Reagan,
Aronowitz followed them all--Dylan, Mailer,
the Stones--through the ups and downs of their careers.
One legendary figure the reporter knew--but never formally
interviewed--was Jim Morrison. Here, in an exclusive interview
with American Legends--conducted over a period of several
months via e-mail--Al Aronowitz recalls glimpses of Jim.
This interview was posted shortly after AL went on-line
in 1996. Al Aronowitz later became a strong friend and
supporter. He died in 2005, leaving behind many
friends and admirers

AL: Tell us about the first time you saw Jim Morrison.
AA: I first saw his act when Brian Jones (of the Rolling Stones)
and I went to catch the Doors at Steve Paul's
The Scene--a club in midtown Manhattan. Brian hated
Jim's performance. I didn't like it either. He kept opening
his mouth to the mike without singing. It seemed like
Jim was acting too much like a rock star poseur.
This was when Light My Fire was catching ablaze.
Brian and I left early without bothering to meet
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AL: You finally got to know Morrison.
AA: I met him at Michael McClure's house in San Francisco.
I forget the year, probably late 1960s. Jim acted like
a distant relative whom I had never met before but with
whom I had just been united. We got along fine.
AL: McClure was a member of the San Francisco poetry
Renaissance. Later, he and Jim talked about adapting
McClure's play about Billy the Kid (The Beard)
for the screen--with Jim in the starring role.
AA: Jim considered himself a poet. That's why he engaged
in a relationship with McClure--a well-known Beat poet.
Jim admired the Beats and wanted his poetry recognized
along with that of McClure and even Allen Ginsberg.




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In Los angeles Jim Morrison wrote "Ode to L.A.
While thinking of Brian Jones Deceased"

here's the first few lines;
"You've left your Nothing
to complete with Silence
I hope you went out smiling
Like a child
Into the cool remmant
of a dream."





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Dead cats, dead rats
Can’t see what they were at, all right
Dead cat in a top hat, wow
Sucking on the young man’s blood
Wishing he could come, yeah
Sucking on the soldier’s brain







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It appears that the Stones were breaking the law - again - not wearing seat belts in that car. Very very bad.

Wishing it would be the same

Can’t you see what they were at?
Fat cat in a top hat
Thinks he’s an aristocrat

Thinks he can kill and slaughter
Thinks he can shoot my daughter.

Crap, that's crap.

Hi,: skipstone






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You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide !!!

We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried

I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain
Eyes that lie

Made the scene
Week to week
Day to day
Hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide

Tried to run tried to hide
BREAKONTHROUGH! BREAKONTHROUGH TO THE OTHERSIDE
EVERYBODY!! LOVES MY BABY!!!
SHE-GETS, SHE-GETS, SHE GETS HI-AUH!





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L.A. Woman and the lonesome L.A. cowboy.

Passion lady, Ashen lady
Give up your vows,

Save our city, save our city

Right now !

You gotta beep a gunk a chucha
Honk konk konk
You gotta each you puna
Each ya bop a luba
Each yall bump a kechonk
Ease sum konk
Ya, ride
Let it roll baby, all night long


shidoobee!




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The human race was dieing out no one left to scream and shout
People walking on the moon smog will get you pretty soon.

Jim Ladd Long time air personality L.A. radio market,
" I once ask Ray Manzarek to describe the essence of the doors
and without hesitation he answered in a single word " Freedom. "


40 years ago the doors where a new band who emerged
in to time of great political social turmoil a time of war
a time when it was dangerous to be different it was called
the summer of love into the spurn-moment
the Doors brought music that was as cerebral
as it was sensual primal as it was poet’ tic
and it in viewed us with an easy fascination the promise
of a forbidden knowledge that could only be experience
but never explained there was all so
love joy humor intellect and a spiritual vision gleam
from the other side of the vial
and it was there ability to play upon these notes within
humanity song that struck such a profound cord within
all of us for there is both magic and madness

with in in there music the magic that they created in the
studio and the madness that the conjured in the concert halls
Not since Elvis shook his hips on the Ed Sullivan show had
there been such on obvious affront to the sensibilities
of middle class America, as the Doors.

He wore leather pants for godsakes! Jim Morrison skin tight
leather pants and movie star good lucks sent a message that
if you had a daughter this was not the guy you wanted
her to bring home! this was
your worse night mare




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well





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Yeah, right.
Did you hear about my baby? She come around,
She come round here, her head to the ground?
Come round here just about midnight,

She makes me feel so good, make me feel all right




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She come round my street, now
She come to my house
Knock upon my door

Climbing up my stairs--one, two, three
Come on baby





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