Post by darkstar on Sept 8, 2005 12:41:06 GMT
March 7, 2000
Guess What I Got?
From: I'm In A Sea Of Slack Webpage
Did I ever tell you my Ray Manczarek story? Well, it's short, so I'll tell it again. When I met Danny this time, I said absolutely nothing coherent or impressive. Ever since then, I have regretted that I didn't at least say, "I really admire your work" or something like that. What I really said was, "I didn't bring... uuh... they borrowed my camera... uuh..." and that was that.
So when I met Ray Manczarek (the keyboardist for The Doors) it was at a really horrific poetry reading with this guy, Michael Ford, who apparently used to "hang" with Ray and Jim in college. The poetry was atrocious (Natalie Wood/emerges from the ocean/covered in seaweed/I want to fuck her) and Ray was reduced to going "plink plink plink" on his keyboard after every line.
They also told "anecdotes" in between every poem that went like this. "Hey, man. Remember, in the 60s, when you and me, and JIM MORRISON, did acid?" "Yeah, man. Remember when JIM used to read us poetry? In the 60s? JIM MORRISON?" "Remember when you and me and JIM smoked lots of pot? You know, in the 60s?" "I remember that JIM really liked your pathetic poetry. JIM MORRISON, man."
It was truly pathetic.
So by the time I went up to get Ray's autograph, I wasn't even nervous. I was like, dude, you are a sad shell of your former self. So I very calmly asked him to sign my piece of paper, and said, "I really admire your work." Ray's response was, "I really admire yours, too."
Okay, then. I guess that time, the celebrity made an idiot out of himself. It was pretty funny.
And finally, my idol, Patricia Kennealy-Morrison, wife of Jim Morrison, author of The Copper Crown (and many other Sci-Fi/Fantasy books) and Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison.
I've read her autobiography about a million times. She's a huge influence on me. I even sent her a deck of tarot cards. She sent me a card that she had made for what would have been Jim's 50th birthday. She also gave me a pair of earrings. I began the correspondence by writing to her, and then she actually called me at home from New York. Can you believe that? I made a complete idiot of myself over the phone, but that shouldn't surprise anyone.
You know, it's not often that we actually get to meet, much less have a tiny relationship with, one of our idols. So this picture means a lot to me. And I love that it was taken in a bookstore. It's so appropriate.
www.mopie.com/bluegreen/030700.html
Guess What I Got?
From: I'm In A Sea Of Slack Webpage
Did I ever tell you my Ray Manczarek story? Well, it's short, so I'll tell it again. When I met Danny this time, I said absolutely nothing coherent or impressive. Ever since then, I have regretted that I didn't at least say, "I really admire your work" or something like that. What I really said was, "I didn't bring... uuh... they borrowed my camera... uuh..." and that was that.
So when I met Ray Manczarek (the keyboardist for The Doors) it was at a really horrific poetry reading with this guy, Michael Ford, who apparently used to "hang" with Ray and Jim in college. The poetry was atrocious (Natalie Wood/emerges from the ocean/covered in seaweed/I want to fuck her) and Ray was reduced to going "plink plink plink" on his keyboard after every line.
They also told "anecdotes" in between every poem that went like this. "Hey, man. Remember, in the 60s, when you and me, and JIM MORRISON, did acid?" "Yeah, man. Remember when JIM used to read us poetry? In the 60s? JIM MORRISON?" "Remember when you and me and JIM smoked lots of pot? You know, in the 60s?" "I remember that JIM really liked your pathetic poetry. JIM MORRISON, man."
It was truly pathetic.
So by the time I went up to get Ray's autograph, I wasn't even nervous. I was like, dude, you are a sad shell of your former self. So I very calmly asked him to sign my piece of paper, and said, "I really admire your work." Ray's response was, "I really admire yours, too."
Okay, then. I guess that time, the celebrity made an idiot out of himself. It was pretty funny.
And finally, my idol, Patricia Kennealy-Morrison, wife of Jim Morrison, author of The Copper Crown (and many other Sci-Fi/Fantasy books) and Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison.
I've read her autobiography about a million times. She's a huge influence on me. I even sent her a deck of tarot cards. She sent me a card that she had made for what would have been Jim's 50th birthday. She also gave me a pair of earrings. I began the correspondence by writing to her, and then she actually called me at home from New York. Can you believe that? I made a complete idiot of myself over the phone, but that shouldn't surprise anyone.
You know, it's not often that we actually get to meet, much less have a tiny relationship with, one of our idols. So this picture means a lot to me. And I love that it was taken in a bookstore. It's so appropriate.
www.mopie.com/bluegreen/030700.html