I remember once picking a fight (in a mean fit) with a colleague who went on eulogising (rather loudly) in the next cubicle about Jim and The Doors so much so that it made me want to puke.
I suppose the groupie act was just the trigger. I found her quite annoying and patronising and a bt of a pseud. She was wearing a T-shirt with a very saturnine looking Jim sprawled across it. And her desktop had Jimbo’s pics sprawled across it too. And she kept using the word ‘cool’ one too many times.
I know it’s a free country and all of that but…The next thing I know, I swivel my chair around and ask her: “Do you really like The Doors or do you think it’s cool to like The Doors?”
Obviously she was pissed off and after that never spoke to me again! But maybe I was (pissed off) too.
How often is it really about the music as it is about the hype surrounding it? Not doubt Jim was a creative chap. But underneath the hype, he was struggling to find something to believe in and simultaneously trying to spread a message that he hadn’t yet comprehended himself. And he tried to escape the thoughts swirling about in his head.
How come you suddenly remembered this?
(Keep writing. I have been following your blog everyday. Just wanted to let you know. I hope your dad recovers soon.)
Heya!! I happened to watch The Doors by Oliver Stone and then the memory came rushing back, just like that.