Jim morrison biography buried paris
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Jim Morrison in Paris: His Last Weeks, Mysterious Death, and Grave in Père Lachaise
Amongst the great and the good in Père Lachaise cemetery– the poets and the artists, Molière, Delacroix, Edith Piaf and Morrison’s own great idol, Oscar Wilde– lies the grave of the legendary singer of The Doors.
Jim Morrison’s premature death in Paris still remains obscured by mystery, rumor and conspiracy theories of a cover up as to the actual cause (and even location) of his demise. The death certificate stated heart failure, but no autopsy was ever performed and it is believed that Morrison’s body, still submerged in the bathtub where his girlfriend had found him around 6am on Saturday July 3rd 1971, remained there until the undertakers finally delivered his coffin 72 hours later.
The Doors. From left-Jim Morrison, John Densmore, Robby Krieger and seated, Ray Manzarek. Credit: Public domain
Paris was to be a chance for Morrison to escape the madness of his rock n’ roll l
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Jim Morrison
American singer (1943–1971)
For other people with the same name, see James Morrison.
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James Douglas Morrison (December 8, 1943 – July 3, 1971) was an American singer, songwriter and poet who was the lead vocalist and primary lyricist of the rock band the Doors. Due to his energetic persona, poetic lyrics, distinctive röst, erratic and unpredictable performances, along with the dramatic circumstances surrounding his life and early death, Morrison is regarded by music critics and fans as one of the most influential frontmen in rock history. Since his death, his fame has endured as one of popular culture's top rebellious and oft-displayed icons, representing the generation gap and ungdom counterculture.[4]
Together with keyboardist Ray Manzarek, Morrison founded the Doors in 1965 in Venice, California. The group spent two years in obscurity until shoot
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Visiting Jim Morrison’s Grave
I could probably go on for a good hour about how much I love Jim Morrison, but I’ll try to keep it short.
Yes, I love The Doors (they are my favourite band), but it’s not really about the music, it’s about Jim’s poetry.
I grew up listening to The Doors at a young age, because I would always borrow my dad’s cassettes, and eventually his CD’s. At the age of 11, he finally gave me my first Doors album and I listened to it continuously. I now own all 22 Doors albums, including anniversary specials, box sets, live recordings and essential rarities.
At age 13 I purchased a copy of “the American Night, A literary last testament from rock’s poet of the damned”. Somewhere along the way a couple years later, I lost that one and received a new one. My book is tattered, filled with strips of paper acting as book marks, pages folded and scribbled on and has even acted as a make-shift