Mr. Mojo Risin'

http://www.madghoul.com/ghoul/InsaneRapture/lunacy/zen/theghostofjimmorrisontojointhedoorsonstage.html

It's probably not a coincidence that this little story is coming out just a day or two ahead of Morrison's birthday. As many of you know, I'm a huge fan of the Doors. Yes Jim was a first rate asshole by all accounts - hyper-irresponsible, rude, bullying, and not particularly bright. But I still think his poetic imagery was wonderful and he had a glorious understanding of shamanry and it's place in pop culture. To a kid my age, discovering the Doors was an introduction to darkness, debauchery, and exploration. Both the music and the lyrics hinted at something just beyond Huxley's famous dictum, through those very Doors they'd named themselves for. The key was truly sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll. But, as has been said before, the gods tease the fool who lifts the veil. Morrison died a silly death amidst squalor. But on certain nights, I still return to the Soft Parade, the Celebration of the Lizard, and the WASP, and a little part of Morrison rides on the storm again...