Now that I am no longer a junior member #ialwayshatedbeingajunior I thought I should share my experience with The Doors.
I will never forget hearing Light my Fire on the radio back in the 60's, it sent a chill up my spine. A few years later Riders on the storm
did the same thing. It wasn't till I hit college many years later that I acquainted myself with what I dubbed "the spooky band".
I was so into the music that after playing Morrison Hotel, I took a few Tylenol, broke into a Museum and tried to steal a moonrock from an Apollo mission #Themuseumsignsaid"PleaseTouch"soIdid. The moonrock had been secured to another location #wisely so I grabbed a vial astronauts used to stash their moondust. Then I tied my bootlace around my pinky till it turned white and became comfortably numb. Then I screamed and chopped off my pinky tip with a pair of loping shears. There was no blood and didn't feel a thing. I put my pinky tip into the vial. As I was vacating the museum I wrote something about ancient greek on a guest register and drove off to the hospital. I spent the next month taking strange drugs in a special place for sick pups who give a whole new meaning to the word "lunatic".
After all that my alcoholism and drug use magically stopped, I tossed all my record albums #doorsincluded into the Erie Canal and I got a class X Honorable Discharge from the US Army. I realized later that what had happened to me was an example of the Shamanistic side to the Doors. The music had saved my life and halted my downward spiral before I ended up in the gutter, prison, asylum, or the grave. I suppose I should thank them for that #thanks. A missing pinky tip was a small price to pay to get my sanity back and set the boundaries of the limits of my mind, plus my pinky now looks like a little penis and makes a great zipper gag! As it turns out my personality, upbringing and sense of humor are very similar to Morrison and even a bit like Densmore too. I now understand their art almost perfectly now.
I am surprised to find many enlightened intelligent people and poets here on this forum, and it is nice to see people that actually knew the Doors circle personally and have interesting things to share. Although I am currently under the influence of a poets block #museanxiety, I'll wander aimlessly about the forum from time to time to enlighten everyone with what may at first glance appear to be stupidity. I'll post a pic in the members picture thread after my face congeals. I had a Rhino/Septo/Turbinoplasty back on Dec 9th to correct my shattered twisted wreckage nose that I busted about 40 years ago when I ran like a bird nose first into a sliding glass door #whattiming. Dr. Michelangelo did a really great job restoring my face back to the way it naturally should be and I can breathe great now! We are still working on a painful nostril issue.
I was excited to see that Robbie got nominated for a Grammy. He was so underrated as a song writer and without his songs the Doors never would have been successful as they were. Recognition was long overdue.
Wondering what I am smoking? It's these white sticks with smokey orange strawberry tips my fairy godmother turned me on to. You can get them at your local drug store, gas station, or convenience mart.
Anyone else replying to this?you're kinda , i mean really crude.
Edited by StupidGirl, 15 September 2012 - 05:35 AM.