Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Mar 5, 2010 13:44:16 GMT
Jim Morrison Fan Tribute 18
What is Paris all about?
I have been a Doors fan since I was around 14, I am now 29 (getting old). I fell in love with the sound of The Doors and realised their uniqueness way back then. I have listened to countless bands since I fell in love with The Doors, but still none of them come close to taking the throne from The Doors, and I don’t think any band ever will.
I don’t want them to. Don’t get me wrong I love other bands, such as The Queens of the Stone Age and the Keiser chiefs, but the original and best will always be The Doors.
The thing about The Doors is that the bands four members all added that sparkle, like a diamond. Each member of that band was needed to make it what it was. Take just one member away and it no longer had the sparkle. The music was like new black polished chrome that came over the summer like liquid night (Jim Morrison lol), it was magical! But the edge The Doors had over all other bands was Jim. The shaman himself. He was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and he still is. His voice was even enough for a real heterosexual man like me to fall in love with. I can listen to his lyrics and spoken poetry and become mesmerised! There was something magical about Jim. He was a highly intelligent human being. In such as short life he had accomplished and experienced so much. His lyrics mesmerise me and his poetry is superb.
I had know Jim had been buried in Paris in my early teens, but never thought about going to visit his grave. A couple of years ago now I was browsing Doors forums and I got myself on a little forum called the Real Doors Fan, which later became the Roadhouse. I became a moderator on the board eventually, but that’s a different story. When I first arrived at the forum I got talking to a couple of characters, namely Snakey, Alex, Adz, Big Dave and Mark. I read all these threads about them going to Paris and that they were going to have a marvellous time. I wished I could be going with them. Then it struck me, why the hell cant I go!? What was stopping me? Nothing! I just got apathetic.
So I booked myself into a shit little hotel with one toilet and shower per floor and got me an over priced flight on British Airways.
I am not going to go into all the events that went on in Paris, not even going to mention watching a tribute band in the bar opposite Jim’s old gaff. All I want to say is that if you are a Doors fan and a Jim fan, then you really should get your ass over there. There is a little bar called La Renaissance. Positioned just right of the main entrance to the cemetery. All us Doors fans meet in there. It’s a time to meet new friends and see old friends again. You could even go as far as saying it’s our own little feast of friends. There is a Doors community out here on the waves of the Internet in these little wires that transmit signals to your monitor, but in Paris, you can really meet these people. And they aren’t all insane, which is a bonus (I did say aren’t all!). I go to Paris every year now with the dudes from Scorpywag. We meet new friends there all the time. And we have the time of our lives there every time. Being in Paris is magical. The first time you go there, you realise why you are there, and that’s to visit Jim’s grave. I didn’t really know how I was going to feel; I didn’t feel particularly sad at first. After all the dudes been dead since 1971. But when I got to the grave, I started thinking about how much Jim and The Doors have influenced me and got me through hard times in my life. I was stood in front of the grave of a guy who produced the best songs I have ever heard and songs, which move me every time I listen to them. With these thoughts bumping around in your head, I can tell you, I did start to feel pretty sad. Sad that the world had lost such a powerful, magical, young genius that was Jim Morrison. But then I realise that Jim is immortal now. He will always be in my head and my heart, as he is with so many others. The best way I can think of celebrating Jim’s life in Paris is to go and get very drunk with Doors mates. In an atmosphere full of magic, you don’t know who your gonna meet or what’s gonna happen.
There may be a tribute band on, but even if there isn’t and you just sit in a bar or prowl the streets of Paris, Jim’s spirit isn’t far behind. Sometimes you can almost feel him in La Renaissance drinking beer with you……now I am starting to sound a little like Ray!
by Rick Smith from Manchester.
What is Paris all about?
I have been a Doors fan since I was around 14, I am now 29 (getting old). I fell in love with the sound of The Doors and realised their uniqueness way back then. I have listened to countless bands since I fell in love with The Doors, but still none of them come close to taking the throne from The Doors, and I don’t think any band ever will.
I don’t want them to. Don’t get me wrong I love other bands, such as The Queens of the Stone Age and the Keiser chiefs, but the original and best will always be The Doors.
The thing about The Doors is that the bands four members all added that sparkle, like a diamond. Each member of that band was needed to make it what it was. Take just one member away and it no longer had the sparkle. The music was like new black polished chrome that came over the summer like liquid night (Jim Morrison lol), it was magical! But the edge The Doors had over all other bands was Jim. The shaman himself. He was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and he still is. His voice was even enough for a real heterosexual man like me to fall in love with. I can listen to his lyrics and spoken poetry and become mesmerised! There was something magical about Jim. He was a highly intelligent human being. In such as short life he had accomplished and experienced so much. His lyrics mesmerise me and his poetry is superb.
I had know Jim had been buried in Paris in my early teens, but never thought about going to visit his grave. A couple of years ago now I was browsing Doors forums and I got myself on a little forum called the Real Doors Fan, which later became the Roadhouse. I became a moderator on the board eventually, but that’s a different story. When I first arrived at the forum I got talking to a couple of characters, namely Snakey, Alex, Adz, Big Dave and Mark. I read all these threads about them going to Paris and that they were going to have a marvellous time. I wished I could be going with them. Then it struck me, why the hell cant I go!? What was stopping me? Nothing! I just got apathetic.
So I booked myself into a shit little hotel with one toilet and shower per floor and got me an over priced flight on British Airways.
I am not going to go into all the events that went on in Paris, not even going to mention watching a tribute band in the bar opposite Jim’s old gaff. All I want to say is that if you are a Doors fan and a Jim fan, then you really should get your ass over there. There is a little bar called La Renaissance. Positioned just right of the main entrance to the cemetery. All us Doors fans meet in there. It’s a time to meet new friends and see old friends again. You could even go as far as saying it’s our own little feast of friends. There is a Doors community out here on the waves of the Internet in these little wires that transmit signals to your monitor, but in Paris, you can really meet these people. And they aren’t all insane, which is a bonus (I did say aren’t all!). I go to Paris every year now with the dudes from Scorpywag. We meet new friends there all the time. And we have the time of our lives there every time. Being in Paris is magical. The first time you go there, you realise why you are there, and that’s to visit Jim’s grave. I didn’t really know how I was going to feel; I didn’t feel particularly sad at first. After all the dudes been dead since 1971. But when I got to the grave, I started thinking about how much Jim and The Doors have influenced me and got me through hard times in my life. I was stood in front of the grave of a guy who produced the best songs I have ever heard and songs, which move me every time I listen to them. With these thoughts bumping around in your head, I can tell you, I did start to feel pretty sad. Sad that the world had lost such a powerful, magical, young genius that was Jim Morrison. But then I realise that Jim is immortal now. He will always be in my head and my heart, as he is with so many others. The best way I can think of celebrating Jim’s life in Paris is to go and get very drunk with Doors mates. In an atmosphere full of magic, you don’t know who your gonna meet or what’s gonna happen.
There may be a tribute band on, but even if there isn’t and you just sit in a bar or prowl the streets of Paris, Jim’s spirit isn’t far behind. Sometimes you can almost feel him in La Renaissance drinking beer with you……now I am starting to sound a little like Ray!
by Rick Smith from Manchester.