And could he drink.I wish Jim hadn't seen that part of it.What with Felix imparting the drunken secrets of the race and Van the Celtic Christian blues man idol of Jim's downing copious drafts... well,Jim didn't stand a chance.He became enamoured of alcohol.


We all became friends,and the last night of our too-brief weeks engagement with the Irish crazies saw us all in a monster jam session.The Doors and Them on stage at the same time! and singing 'Gloria' !, what a fucking night.The Morrisons were amazing.There was more power coming off the stage than had ever been generated at the corner of Sunset and San Vincente.We were rocking and i was at stage left,at the Vox.I'll never forget the picture i saw to my right of Van at the mic and Jim with a hand held mic sitting atop a large amplifier,his head above and slightly behind Van's, both of them bathed in a golden light.And they were gone !.They were both in another time and another place.They were in the music and they were wailing.We were all wailing!.It was 1966 and we were young and alive and rocking.The future was ours.
Taken from 'Light My Fire,My Life With The Doors'by Ray Manzarek.


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