WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
BooMusic: 50 years ago today Jim Morrison broke on through to the other side…
byVanderleunonJuly 3, 2021
… in a heroin-powered bathtub.
His death came two years to the day after the death of Rolling Stones guitarist Brian Jones and approximately nine months after the deaths of Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin — all of whom died at the age of 27.
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SkorpionJuly 3, 2021, 11:35 AM
My favorite rock star. As an undergrad at his alma mater UCLA, I emulated him, and The Doors provided a soundtrack to that time of life that’s still evoked richly every time I hear “Break on Through,” “Light My Fire,” or their other many great songs.
For a while, The Doors were the house band at the Whiskey-A-Go-Go, in Hollywood. In the summer of ’67 they actually played a gig in the gymnasium at my high school, along with another group, The Standells. I think they wanted three or four bucks to get in. Too much. I just sat out behind the building, and listened to the show through the open back door to the gym. Some of the kids who went said Morrison barfed on stage.
JWM
ghostsniperJuly 3, 2021, 3:06 PM
June 1969, our 9th grade class had a “Skip Day”, which meant the 9th graders got to bullshit all day. The gym was converted to a den of evil and the cafeteria had the place stocked with drinks and snacks. The bullshit band I was in at the time, “Mass Intrusion”, played for hours, same 10 songs over and over, and the Doors were sponsored heavily. We broke on through cause most people didn’t even know we were players. Suddenly we were cool. I had a sears silvertone copy of a 335 and a used fender bronco amp and a shorted out distortion box my cousin gave me. But we wailed!
gwbnycJuly 3, 2021, 6:48 PM
when younger he was great, Manzarek’s keyboard was the half of it. then he kinda just screamed malformed lyrics in decline.
JWM- the Who played the Winter Dance at a friend’s high school, Central Catholic in Scotch Plains, NJ, c.1967.
Mike AustinJuly 4, 2021, 1:58 AM
Ironic that Morrison, who was notorious for avoiding soap and water, died in a bathtub.
Gnawbone JackJuly 4, 2021, 3:59 AM
Indiana Beach, the riviera of the midwest, home of the Cornball Express, in 1967 Jefferson Airplane on the stage, loud and proud… I was never the same after one pill.
Sid VJuly 4, 2021, 11:04 AM
I remember reading in “no one here gets out alive” that he invited his mom and dad one of their earliest shows. He put them in the front row or something and then sang the two lines from one of their songs – I forget the name – about wanting to F his mom and kill his dad. Yeah, a real a-hole. Good riddance to you and that awful decade.
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My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
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I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
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Can’t leave it alone
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To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
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Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
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Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
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Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
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Until I see
My shining light
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Until I see
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Until I see
My shining light
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See my light
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Everybody loves my baby.. She gets high. She gets high. She gets high.
My favorite rock star. As an undergrad at his alma mater UCLA, I emulated him, and The Doors provided a soundtrack to that time of life that’s still evoked richly every time I hear “Break on Through,” “Light My Fire,” or their other many great songs.
For a while, The Doors were the house band at the Whiskey-A-Go-Go, in Hollywood. In the summer of ’67 they actually played a gig in the gymnasium at my high school, along with another group, The Standells. I think they wanted three or four bucks to get in. Too much. I just sat out behind the building, and listened to the show through the open back door to the gym. Some of the kids who went said Morrison barfed on stage.
JWM
June 1969, our 9th grade class had a “Skip Day”, which meant the 9th graders got to bullshit all day. The gym was converted to a den of evil and the cafeteria had the place stocked with drinks and snacks. The bullshit band I was in at the time, “Mass Intrusion”, played for hours, same 10 songs over and over, and the Doors were sponsored heavily. We broke on through cause most people didn’t even know we were players. Suddenly we were cool. I had a sears silvertone copy of a 335 and a used fender bronco amp and a shorted out distortion box my cousin gave me. But we wailed!
when younger he was great, Manzarek’s keyboard was the half of it. then he kinda just screamed malformed lyrics in decline.
JWM- the Who played the Winter Dance at a friend’s high school, Central Catholic in Scotch Plains, NJ, c.1967.
Ironic that Morrison, who was notorious for avoiding soap and water, died in a bathtub.
Indiana Beach, the riviera of the midwest, home of the Cornball Express, in 1967 Jefferson Airplane on the stage, loud and proud… I was never the same after one pill.
I remember reading in “no one here gets out alive” that he invited his mom and dad one of their earliest shows. He put them in the front row or something and then sang the two lines from one of their songs – I forget the name – about wanting to F his mom and kill his dad. Yeah, a real a-hole. Good riddance to you and that awful decade.