62 and counting

"Cancel my subsciption to the resurrection, send my credentials to the house of detention" - When the Music's Over

"Women seem wicked, when you're unwanted. Streets are uneven when you're down" - People are Strange

"Unhappy girl, tear your web away. Saw thru all your bars, melt your cell today. You are caught in a prison of your own device" - Unhappy Days

"House upon a hill, moon is lying still, shadows on the tree, witnessing the wild breeze come on baby run with me" - Not to Touch the Earth

"We chased our pleasures here, dug our treasures there." - Break on Through

"Before you slip into unconsciousness, I would like to have another kiss. Another flashing chance at bliss" - The Crystal Ship

"Some are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless nights" - End of the Night

"The soft parade has now begun. Listen to the engine hum. People out to have some fun. A cobra on my left, leopard on my right" - The Soft Parade

8th Dec 1943.. a significant date for a person like me.. who is very much influenced by the works of a certain james douglas morrison.. the lifestyle's a little disturbing.. consumption of alcohol's excessive.. experience with drugs are experimental and morrison was never an advocate of substance abuse.. public drunkedness and violent behaviours' childish.. beyond this little kid who was suddenly endowed with immense wealth lies a warped but talented men who read volumes of works and possesses immense knowledge of literature, history and mystical stories about shamans and goddesses...

he would have been 62 today.. a little too shrivelled up to be living life dangerously but hey.. shouldnt we be remembering morrison as the lithe figure with his arms outstretched aka the young lion picture instead of struggling in his later years looking.. to borrow the words of my bro.. like a prune.. being sun-dried and all.. so its probably a good thing that he went under our radar at the age of 27.. forever enshrined in a legacy like no other.. and not bothered with watever the rest of his family and band mates are doing now.. suing the ass of each other for using the band name.. morrison must have either turned in his grave or shuddered in his pyjamas over his morning breakfast when he reads this in the dailies..

i briefly encountered the magic of this master while i was still in my teens.. then a renowned director had enlisted the help of a future dark knight to retell the story of an abusive and pushy drunk non-conformist.. i never did pay him much attention until i was in my first years of being in the corporate world.. i chanced upon the CD again and it became the most highly played disc amongst the sinatras, andersons, albarns, tengs, presleys.. etc etc.. yes.. i DO have a varied musical taste.. curious about a man who died in his prime.. i read extensively about him.. ordering books online.. from many different authors offering widely different perspective and with different agenda and/or propanganda.. i read his poetry which i regarded as rather crappy at first sitting.. but the words hit you differently everytime you re-visit the pages of an american night or wilderness.. the capability of this man starts to consume me and i even use his moniker for several of my identification purposes in anonymous situations.. but tat is another story altogether..

notwithstanding.. this post is dedicated to the talent of James Douglas Morrison, a man whose lifestyle i can never agree with.. in spite of this.. this is a man who successfully transcends the poetry and musical era and mash these into a dark yet amazingly soothing mix of spiritual highs and lows.. a man whose talent was never reflected upon by most people beyond his various highly-publicised-to-boost-the-circulation-figures controversies.. a wildchild.. a music man.. Mr Mojo Risin'.. THE Lizard King..