So I was looking for my photograph of Jim Morrison’s grave to add, rather ghoulishly, to my recent review of The Doors. It took me ages to find the right photo album* but persistence is actually, truly, in-all-honesty my middle name. So here it is.
I am told his grave is all fenced off now, when we went to Père Lachaise Cemetery in 1996 there were all manner of half-baked poetic offerings, half-smoked joints and half-wilted flowers all over it.
Near by was this:
Then I started to realise that half the photo album** seemed to be various literary and musical^ personages’ graves; pretentious little beggar that I was.
1006 Down (still).
*I miss proper photo albums and cherish the ones I have.
**and remember this was way before digital photos, it was hardly a cost or hassle free hobby.
^well Serge Gainsborg, does that count? only joking irate French idolators.
Hair!
It was already on its’ last lengths by then, sadly. I should have ceremonially left it as a tribute to Jimbo on his grave.
He was pretty hairy in his latter days, I think? Would na’ needed yourn.
Ok, NO EFFING WAYYYY you have a pic of yourself on here. I don’t believe it!!
Really, my thoughts are how shitty everyone’s cameras were back then. What a difference now that we all have half decent cameras right on our cells!
Yup – my third pic on the blog ever! I was about 2 months away from shaving my head then.
I know what you mean, the pics just look ancient – like something Victorian, colours all bleached out by the Parisian sunshine.
The times I have been in Paris I, well there’s pretentious. I have nothing to say, we did search out the Morrison Hotel in LA though. I have no surviving pictures. This is the story of my life.
Cue Velvet Underground song of same name.
In ’96, I was definitely into Robert Smith & The Cure – perhaps not to the point of being inspired to write some graveyard graffiti though, maybe just pose in a mock pretentious manner nearby!
I know, it still tickles me that. The defacing of Oscar Wilde’s tomb gets me though – you can’t see it on the pics but it was written in pink lipstick.
When we were in Paris last year, I had every intention of going by and finding Jim’s gravesite, but ran out of time as family had no desire as it was in the opposite direction of everything else we wanted to see. Maybe next time.
The cemetery is worth a visit anyway, just as a thing. Okay, maybe I am a bit of a goth about cemeteries.
We have some old ones in New Orleans and Charleston they are old (old for us) that I enjoy when I am in those cities.
My wife was there back in 1990 when they were backpacking across Europe that summer. Sue told me that a full out party was going on at Jimbos grave that day. lol
Wow, 30 years ago deke! I bet Jimbo was there in disguise too.
LOL. Sue probably partied with the Lizard King and didn’t know it!
Great pics! That The Cure graffiti gave me a good laugh, even if I do hope they live forever. =P
Every time I see Proust’s name now, I think of the film “Little miss sunshine”. Are you a Proust scholar, I wonder?
Ha ha ha you look like Dave Vanian.
Cool pics