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Registriert seit: 01.01.1970
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Was passiert, wenn man sich zu sehr auf „No One Here Gets Out Alive“ konzentriert und der Meinung ist, dann alles zu wissen, sieht man ganz gut an den ärgerlichen Kommentaren von werner, über die ich im Nachhinein gestolpert bin. Dass Morrison während der kompletten L.A. Woman-Sessions in einem „desolaten Zustand“ gewesen sein soll und sein „Input wahrscheinlich in seinen Schnarchgeräuschen lag“, ist einfach blanker Unsinn. Natürlich war Morrison ein bisweilen launischer Alkoholiker, ihn aber als besoffenen Clown darzustellen, der ständig eine Schnapsflasche in der Hand hatte, ist einfach lächerlich. Es gibt knappes Filmmaterial von den L.A. Woman-Sessions im Doors-Workshop und ein langes, sehr entspanntes Audio-Interview aus der Zeit nach den Sessions (März 1971) mit Ben Fong-Torres, in dem Morrison alles andere als einen desolaten Eindruck macht – und das war kein Interview auf das Morrison in irgendeiner Form vorbereitet war:
„I just ran into him in Los Angeles while I was visiting somebody else. He was looking for his girlfriend who lived next door at this apartment complex. He was waiting around for her and I just pulled out a tape recorder and started talking with him and asked for an interview. He didn’t know who I was, where I was from or anything. He completely improvised it. About an hour and fifteen minutes of a visit with Jim Morrison.
[…]with his full beard and the beginnings of a beer belly, he didn’t look much like the rock star of old. Almost reflexively, I invited him to chat, perhaps for an article. We hit it off right away; even got into this parody of a TV talk show. I played the part of Dick Cavett, who had a show on ABC, opposite Johnny Carson Jim played – well, a rock star named Jim Morrison.
We set up a couple of chairs. No sooner did Jim sit down than he told an obscene joke that would’ve knocked Cavett right off the air.
But, soon, we settled into a pretty sober conversation – or reasonably sober, considering that, about 15 minutes into it, when Pam showed up, he got up and ordered gin and potato chips from a nearby store. We continued our chat, and Pam joined in too. Despite his reputation as a wild man, and his busts for obscenity and for exposing himself on stage in Miami, Morrison had struck me, in interviews, as an intelligent, thoughtful guy who just happened to be at home on the stage.
Here, in a modest apartment in West Hollywood, on the eve of leaving the country, he lived up to my expectations. He was reasoned. He was realistic about rock, and about ebbs and flows of fan worship. He was relaxed.“
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