Today, December 8th would be The Lizard King Jim Morrison’s sixty-ninth birthday, and what a crazy party that would be. There’s no two ways about it: Jim Morrison is one of the greatest rock stars ever to have graced the face of the Earth. With The Doors, Morrison projected his 50’s big band jazz singing style through the psychedelic lens of the counter culture music scene. He blended rock and roll with Frank Sinatra and wet every female in a 50 mile radius on a daily basis. The man was a monster, the man was a king, the man was a reptile, the man was the son of an admiral. The man revolutionized how people use their vocal cords, the man rocked leather pants…all the time. In his own words, “I ate more chicken any man ever seen.”
Jim Morrison is the epitome of seething acid rockstardom insanity. He is an idol, an icon, a paragon, a paradigm. He is more famous than many actually living rock stars. Jim Morrison is bigger than life and he’s not even alive. Here’s to him.