“To some, Jim was a poet, his soul trapped between heaven and hell. To others, he was just another rock star who crashed and burned. But this much is true: you can’t burn out if you’re not on fire”
Jim Morrison Magazine Shoot
Jim had a reputation, you know. He was supposed to be a nut. But I found him to be a really neat guy.
A women’s magazine, and I think it might have been Ladies Home Journal, one of those really straight-laced places, had written an article about him. They’d done an interview, and he had mentioned to them that he had a way of talking to girls that just made them levitate. So that was the assignment: Shoot him with a levitating girl.
When we got together, he said, “I haven’t got a clue how to do it.” So I said, “I know some guys. Maybe they can help us.”
There’s a place in L.A. called the Magic Castle. It’s what you’d call a mansion, up in the hills in Hollywood. It’s a club for magicians. So I came up and said, “Can you direct me to someone who specializes in levitation?” They put me in touch with a guy, and he said, “Well, I’ll tell you how to do it, but I’ll kill you if you tell anyone else.”
Here’s what I did: I had to build a rig to do this shot. It was a steel-constructed device. I had to go to a welding shop and fit it behind Jim. It projected out in front of him, and there was a platform with a pad, which I put the model on. We got this really straight-laced Middle America type, and we had her floating in front of him with his hands.
He was a little skeptical when we did the levitation thing, because he felt he was pushed in the corner for making that comment. But once we solved the problem, he was into it. He was more outgoing, and I never saw the difficult part of his life because we just had good times.
This is beautiful.
Jim Morrison’s first poem.
He wrote it when he was 11.
I love him so much.that’s so cute omg
he still talks about Indians, even when he’s 11
“To some, Jim was a poet, his soul trapped between heaven and hell. To others, he was just another rock star who crashed and burned. But this much is true: you can’t burn out if you’re not on fire”
— Jim Morrison
“Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we once had shoulders smooth as raven’s claws” -Jim Morrison
December 8, 1943 – July 3, 1971
July 3, 1971
41 years ago on this day we lost Jim Morrison, here’s something from Jim Morrison: Life, Death, Legend:
“They found Jim Morrison dead, still in the bathtub. Blood was still drying under his nose and mouth, as if he had violently hemorrhaged. There were two large and lividly purple bruises on his chest. The bathwater was dark pink, as if Jim bled out until his heart stopped. Pamela later said he looked relaxed for the first time in months, his head turned slightly to his left, a slight smile on his lips. “He had such a serene expression,” Pamela said later. “If it hadn’t been for all that blood…”
Jim Morrison’s poetry.
It’s awesome.
Listen to the whole thing.
perfection.
~MEddows
SOOTHING
