Last night, I stayed up until 6 am. Why, I have no idea, except I wasn’t tired at all, and I somehow got onto another’s Door’s kick. If you’ve known me for awhile, you know about my love for The Door’s music and Jim Morrison. The Door’s are my “foundation” for music. I listened to them every single day for 11 years straight! I know I listened to a few other things hear and there, but my favorite and always faithful Doors’ was my main interest. That is a long time to listen to a band. I’ve been to a signing with the surviving Doors’ and even went to a Door’s concert minus Jim…which really isn’t a Doors concert…but as close as I could get. I’ve been to countless Wild Child shows, a Door’s tribute band…which is the closest thing your going to get to seeing Jim Morrison perform live. Those shows were always so good, and I just loved them.
I found that during that time of listening to the music, I would go through periods of writing poetry, and drawing. It inspired me. After an 11 year stint, my life went a little crazy, and I started listening to Sublime, and The Descendants.  I kinda left The Door’s by the way side, although I still loved it. So since then I go through phases where I get all worked up about them again, and start reading stuff on the internet, and listening to the music. That happened last night. Oh, I know how it happened. I was looking at pictures on Flickr, and somehow ran across this guys picture of the Six Feet Under house. I then wandered around the net looking for the address. Which I kinda found, and then somehow found “The Door’s Los Angeles Guide” which basically shows you pictures of every haunt known that Jim Morrison or The Door’s went to. There is also a Paris & New York one. I’ve seen this website a lot of times, and have even gone to some of the more well known places. Sort of a mini tour if you will. So, I jotted down some addresses, and today we packed up the dogs, went and bought them seat belts (because we love them like that!), and drove to LA, and tried to find some places. My list was pretty shitty, so we only found  John Densmore & Robby Krieger’s old house in Laurel Canyon, which was Jim Morrison’s permanent address in 1968, I think. He also wrote People are Strange there. On the way up the hill this Audi was behind us, and I was annoyed because I wanted to take a picture. So we pass the house, and turn around…and the Audi had pulled in the driveway and was knocking on the door. Ha! I took a picture anyway, and the lady was looking right at me.

Then we went to Jim’s old girlfriend’s old apartment where she died of a heroin overdose. We walked up the street and let the dogs go pee…then we went to the Six Feet Under house.

Little did we know we were driving to the ghetto, called Jefferson Park. The house was there and huge, and it was kinda crazy seeing it in person. There were a bunch of black guys walking their huge pitbulls with chains (grrr!), and it was just kinda scary. So we looked, we saw, we got the hell out of dodge.

Oh!Last night on my Jim Morrison binge, I was reading the New York Guide, and it said Patricia Kennealy Morrison, this was the one who had the witch wedding with Jim Morrison. I have read her book she wrote about her life with Jim now less then 5 times. Then when I wanted to know more about Paganism, I’d buy books and read them, and somehow her name or Jim Morrison’s name would always pop up in the books I’d buy to my surprise! I even almost wrote her once, because I liked her book and she fascinated me for some reason. So, I look her up, and I see she has a myspace. I go there, and read her page, and write her and request to be her friend, and she writes me back! How cool it that??? I thought it was pretty damn cool! She seems like if you say the wrong thing to her, she will de-friend you and hate you, but I want to just bombarded her with questions!!! I will refrain, I suppose!

Anyway, that was my day. Fun, fun.

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