There is a very good piece on John Densmore's website on The Doors final appearance in Seattle. It was a disaster (as was their previous appearance at a festival). Only 5,000 seats in the Coliseum were filled. At one point Morrison claims, "You know, I haven't been to Seattle in about two years; And good riddance they say." The audience corrected him, reminding him of last year's Seattle Pop Festival (another disaster). He then asked "Was it a year ago?" According to my friend Francis, the audience was unrelenting and kept calling out for "Light My Fire," which he swore he would never perform again. The audience was also asking him to "Play Miami" referring to the show and his subsequent arrest for indecent exposure. Jim tried to infuse some humor into the situation with, "Well you know, driving into Seattle from the airport... Seattle reminds you of a late 1930s version of twenty years in the future. You know what I mean?!" Francis said he was pissed both figuratively (e.g., very drunk) and literally. The power was pulled in the middle of a song, and The Doors walked off stage.
You may remember the "Miami Incident" if you were listening to music back in 1969 (which would also mean you're pushing 60 or >). If you weren't, you may have heard about it. My friend Frank Curran was at a Doors show in Seattle sometime later, when someone yelled "play Miami!", and Jim Morrison unloaded on Seattle (as I also heard Jimi Hendrix do in his last hometown show).
The "Miami Incident" landed Morrison in serious hot water with the FBI and the courts. On March 1, 1969, he gave a controversial performance at a Doors concert in Miami, Florida, and was later charged with public drunkenness, and various other crimes. He was specifically accused of exposing himself to the crowd, and was eventually convicted of "indecent exposure," a misdemeanor, and not the felonies he was initially charged with. He was sentenced to serve time. But he never served it; he moved to Paris and died at the age of 27.
One night later, Morrison was out with a bunch of people, and his friend Tom Baker started goading him (it was getting hostile): "Tell us now,Mr. Jim Morrison, rock star. Tell us what happened in Miami."
Morrison glared at Baker, and drained his drink.
And, yes, he did bring a live sheep on lamb on stage. Someone
brought it to the show and handed it off to Morrison on stage.
"Come on, Jim, tell us once and for all."
"Well," Morrison said in a quiet voice, "I wanted to see what it looked like in the spotlight."
The crowd burst out laughing, spraying the bar with their drinks and Jim grinned proudly.
As you have probably heard, the outgoing Florida Governor, Charlie Crist, just announced that he will pardon Jim Morrison, who died 40 years ago. Morrison was convicted of exposing himself at a raucous 1969 Doors concert in Miami. Here is a photo of him holding a lamb at that concert. It got far crazier after the lamb.
Everyone I've read seems to think Jim attempted to expose himself during the Miami show, but was probably prevented from doing so by band members and handlers, and--maybe--never really intended to go all the way. He was charged with exposing his penis to the crowd, and with a felony morals charge. He could have been imprisoned for 7 years in that notorious Florida hell-hole, Raiford Prison. For some reason, rock critics and historians believe he did not expose himself as charged. After he was sentenced to sx months in prison, he moved to Paris, I think pending appeals, and died not long after that.
Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. In No One Here Gets Out Alive (1980, by Danny Sugerman and Jerry Hopkins), you can read The Lizard King's version of the story. The authors write about one night Morrison was out drinking with a group of friends. His friend Tom Baker started hectoring him about Miami. This is an excerpt from the book. I've always loved this story.
"You’re a pussy, Morrison," said Tom, baiting his friend. "You’re a ******* no-count pussy."
Jim ignored the taunt. Frank and Babe stared into their drinks.
"Tell us now, Mr. Jim Morrison, rock star," Tom went on, a voice that traveled the length of the bar, "tell us what happened in Miami."
It was a tiresome subject for Jim. He glared at Tom, took another swallow from his drink.
"Come on, Jim, tell us once and for all."
"Yes," said Jim quietly, "I did it."
"Did what, Jim?" Tom’s voice was strident, triumphant.
"I showed my **** ."
"Why, Jim? When I showed mine in my movie, you said it wasn’t art."
"Well," Jim said in a low voice so everyone present had to strain to hear him, "I wanted to see what it looked like in the spotlight."
You probably remember the "Miami Incident" if you were listening to music back in 1969. If you weren't, you may have heard about it. My friend Frank Curran was at a Doors show in Seattle sometime later, when someone yelled "play Miami!", and Morrison unloaded on Seattle (as I also heard Jimi Hendrix do in his last hometown show).
The "Miami Incident" landed Morrison in serious hot water with the FBI and the courts. On March 1, 1969, he gave a controversial performance at a Doors concert in Miami, Florida, and was later charged with public drunkenness, and various other crimes. He was specifically accused of exposing himself to the crowd, and was eventually convicted of "indecent exposure," a misdemeanor, and not the felonies he was initially charged with. He was sentenced to serve time. But he never served it; he moved to Paris and died at the age of 27. One night, Morrison was out with a bunch of people, and his friend Tom Baker started goading him (it was getting hostile):
"Tell us now, Mr. Jim Morrison, rock star. Tell us what happened in Miami."
Morrison glared at Baker, and drained his drink.
"Come on, Jim, tell us once and for all."
"Well," Jim Morrison said in a quiet voice, "I wanted to see what it looked like in the spotlight."
The crowd burst out laughing, spraying the bar with their drinks and Jim grinned proudly. ---o0o---
I forgot just how much I loved LA Woman by The Doors until last weekend when it came up in the dance music at the Hokit-Roberts annual blowout, and we danced our asses off! It's my favorite LA song of all time--I also like it because I can sing along perfectly with Jim Morrison on this last record. We had the same register but I could never confidently sing along until he'd ravaged his voice.
I've always liked the lyrics from select Doors' songs (usually when Jim was able to somewhat restrain the Lizard King/Mr Mojo Risin side). I especially like these chillling lines
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall
-------------------------- The End Music and Lyrics by The Doors
This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end Ill never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand In a...desperate land
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
Theres danger on the edge of town Ride the kings highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and well do the rest
The blue bus is callin us The blue bus is callin us Driver, where you taken us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...i want to...fuck you
Cmon baby, take a chance with us Cmon baby, take a chance with us Cmon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin a blue rock On a blue bus Doin a blue rock Cmon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free But youll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die ---o0o---
This is a fan video - but a decent one. The Doors perform their studio version of L.A. Woman. This is from their last album, when most people feel like Morrison had blown out his voice. It is a late, great, and final flowering of the band. Jim would shortly move to Paris and die. And the Doors would spend the next 30 years attempting to reanimate the corpse. You may already know this, but Mr. Mojo Risin' from the chorus is an anagram for Jim Morrison.
L.A.Woman by The Doors
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light Or just another lost angel...city of night City of night, city of night, city of night, woo, cmon L.a. woman, l.a. woman L.a. woman sunday afternoon x3 Drive through your suburbs Into your blues, into your blues, yeah Into your blue-blue blues Into your blues, ohh, yeah I see your hair is burnin Hills are filled with fire If they say I never loved you You know they are a liar Drivin down your freeways Midnight alleys roam Cops in cars, the topless bars Never saw a woman... So alone, so alone x2 Motel money murder madness Lets change the mood from glad to sadness Mr. mojo risin, mr. mojo risin x2 Got to keep on risin Mr. mojo risin, mr. mojo risin Mojo risin, gotta mojo risin Mr. mojo risin, gotta keep on risin Risin, risin Gone risin, risin Im gone risin, risin I gotta risin, risin Well, risin, risin I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin Woah, ohh yeah Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light Or just another lost angel...city of night City of night, city of night, city of night, woah, cmon L.a. woman, l.a. woman, l.a. woman, your my woman Little l.a. woman, little l.a. woman L.a. l.a. woman woman, l.a. woman cmon
This is a fascinating clip of Jim Morrison well before The Doors, in 1963, acting in a PSA video. Not what you might have expected from the singer who exposed himself in Miami, because he "wanted to see what it looked like in the spotlight."