Music, Sex and Poetry

I guess ten years ago when I accidently discovered Jim Morrison, I didn't know too much about The Doors ...or the hype, the larger then life character of Jim Morrison, the biggest rock star in the world, for me he was just a beautiful rock and roll poet. Discovering Jim Morrison changed my life very profoundly, I changed my career and my country and really even my life -style after I made Jim my number one influence . So walking into Pere Lanchaise , the place where he is buried , is a fascinating experience.
It was a rainy Monday morning in Paris as I walked into the cemetry , cobbles under my feet, I felt a little shaky and emotional to be here again, so many years after my first visit. I wandered between the tombstones where also Oscar Wilde and Chopin are buried trying to find the one ... I knew .. I got lost for a while I didn't care I just wanted to take in the atmosphere ... the silence the eternal peace in this place.. were surreal. This is a porthole between one world and another , the spirit world and the physical world get to commune here. I found myself in a square, with a big tomb in the middle and sat on a bench, the rain was wet on my face mixed with tears : Jim was such a creative soul and discovering his music was such a liberation to me . Sitting on this bench on an overcast day, it was extraordinary to realize how far I'd come and how strong a connection I'd felt for him and his music , which had led to this special journey, so I was here to say thank you, a single red rose clasped in my hand. I felt so many things sitting there, I went back over all the things I had learnt along the way ... in my mind I was having one more conversation with Jim and could feel him there, a soulful shaman poet, the Native Americans believe we can walk in two worlds and I think this is what Jim meant when he said , "Break on through to the otherside" and I always love the artist, who like the shamans of old, bridges the two worlds and gives us an experience of both , taking us on a mystical journey and Jim definately did that thing.
Sitting there , one interveiw that he did , stood out in my mind, he was sitting there quite stoned and the interveiwer asked him if there was anything that he hadn't done that he would like to do. He said that he would like to write something from pure joy , " I get a gloomy kind of feeling when I listen to our music " he said. I think somewhere I took that on because my music is quite joyful . It would be kind of fun to have an age of enlightenment and a bit less gun-power and a bit more flower power again and I'm sure Jim would agree . An extraordinary man with thick curly black hair , a French accent and a jacket with Doors memorabilia all over suddenly appeared: "Are you here for Jim ?" he asked ."Yes " I said . "This way", he said. As I walked towards Jim Morrison's final resting place there was a stream of young people leaving, they also had tears running down their faces, how amazing I thought, that this poet transcended time since most people leaving the grave where not even alive when he died . But, as I do, they obviously feel a very strong connection to him. I found his grave , I felt sad that it wasn't well kept and they have a big barrier around it and the sculpture of his face is gone. It was like a "poor man's grave", it seemed even in death Jim was on the outside. But I knew it was ok becasue I know Jim's spirit is .. not in there , he's just out there in the ether , digging everything, and probably laughing because, though he died in 1971 his music and words are very much alive. So I threw my red rose onto his grave and headed off into the next part of my journey , with Jim's bessing once more.