Welcome to my Doors page I have been a Doors fan since I was about ten years old. My brother, a little over four years my elder, exposed me to their music, along with that of Jethro Tull, Lynard Skynard, Molly Hatchet, Led Zepplin, Frank Zappa, etc. He mysteriously "lost" my favorite home-made cassette tape he had for his car which had a Frank Zappa side, Tull's Aqua Long (song only) and The Doors Greatest Hits. He got so sick of my wanting to hear it I think he threw it out his car window (LOL).

What do The Doors mean to me? I never got to experience them live in concert, I was only 3 when Jim died. I do believe, however, after extensive reading and research on Jim Morrison that he was a genius. He represented to me as I was growing up the acceptance of being "different". I never really fit in anywhere. I came from a financially upper class family, however, I never really felt comfortable with the "prep's". I didn't want my mother to spend hundreds of dollars on Calvin Klein jeans and Izod shirts. I was comfortable wearing my Lee jeans and T-shirts. I still am today. I tended to befriend people my mother did not care for, the "burn-out" types. Through my experiences, however, I found them to be more loyal and honest than the people she would have preferred me to befriend.

Jim Morrison was a poet and loved to put his words to music. In No One Here Gets Out Alive Danny Sugarmen talks about a game Jim played with people in his room. Jim's walls were COVERED with books (kinda like my house). He told people to pick any book at all, open it and read a paragraph from the book, and he would name the book. It is said he never missed. Jim was reading books in high school his teachers had to verify with the Library Of Congress existed!

It amazes me that The Doors music still lives on today, thirty plus years later. Granted, Oliver Stone's movie probably helped the younger generation of today know who The Doors were, but I believe there is something about their music and their spirit that made them unforgettable.

I am aware of Jim's faults. He drank, used drugs, slept around, and was not an all around nice guy. He tended to be mean to those closest to him. I believe that Jim was not anticipating The Doors coming to be what they were. It was a joke to him, starting a band - he was gonna sing. Jim wanted to be our door. He huddled in the opening between fantasy and reality, waving us through. He, unfortunately, went without us. I idolized Jim as I grew up. Not necessarily because of his music, but because of his mind. In fact, had my daughter been a boy she would have been named James Douglas. (Probably best she came out being a girl, eh?)

There are those who think Jim didn't die July 3, 1971 in his bathtub. Jim constantly talked of faking his death and there were constant rumors that he had died. When you hear Jim singing about "Mr. Mojorisin" he's singing about himself. I'm not sure whether or not he died that day, I do have my doubts. The death certificate states only that his heart stopped, the doctor who signed the death certificate could not be found, and Jim had been drunk and high many times before how would he drown in a bath tub. I do believe, however, that he is dead now. But, Mr. Mojorisin will keep on rising to those of us who loved his music!