Jim Morrison. So hot. So very, very hot. Did I ever tell you [this is the equivalent of me hijacking this plane to Cuba] that I went to the Père Lachaise cemetery in Paris, where Jim Morrison is buried? It’s this total makeshift shrine, to the horror of the authorities and the families of the nearby interred, because people actually kind of camp there and drink. A lot. And there are no public toilets.
Tons of great people are in there. Oscar Wilde wound up there. Edith Piaf. Molière. And it’s not like a simple American cemetery with a headstone and that’s it. Oh no. There are many small structures that function as little chapels so you can go in (watch your step; these are a favorite of the Jim Morrison acolytes with full bladders) and pray for the person beneath you.
I’ve been there a couple of times – even back before they redid Jim’s grave. I used to have a really cool picture of it – that I took. One of my favorite French writers is buried there too – Honore de Balzac – his grave isn’t quite as popular as Jim’s – but it’s got a great statue of him.
Oh! You’re a fan of Balzac? Moi aussi! Have you ever read Sarrasine? Zambanella the castrato? A book published in 1830 that couldn’t be published in half the United States in 2024? This idiotic country.
Life in Tokyo
It’s like I’m playing Burnout Paradise again, living my best life.
Buddy Guy – Cities Need Help
Brooklyn back before it was hip
Aimee Mann uncovered what the lyrics were about.
https://www.stereogum.com/2183850/aimee-mann-covers-steely-dan-after-getting-dropped-from-their-tour/news/
Oh God. Oh God no.
hahahahah you’re welcome!
Grace Slick is still embarrassed about it.
The Doors, “LA Woman”
Jim Morrison. So hot. So very, very hot. Did I ever tell you [this is the equivalent of me hijacking this plane to Cuba] that I went to the Père Lachaise cemetery in Paris, where Jim Morrison is buried? It’s this total makeshift shrine, to the horror of the authorities and the families of the nearby interred, because people actually kind of camp there and drink. A lot. And there are no public toilets.
Tons of great people are in there. Oscar Wilde wound up there. Edith Piaf. Molière. And it’s not like a simple American cemetery with a headstone and that’s it. Oh no. There are many small structures that function as little chapels so you can go in (watch your step; these are a favorite of the Jim Morrison acolytes with full bladders) and pray for the person beneath you.
I’ve been there a couple of times – even back before they redid Jim’s grave. I used to have a really cool picture of it – that I took. One of my favorite French writers is buried there too – Honore de Balzac – his grave isn’t quite as popular as Jim’s – but it’s got a great statue of him.
Oh! You’re a fan of Balzac? Moi aussi! Have you ever read Sarrasine? Zambanella the castrato? A book published in 1830 that couldn’t be published in half the United States in 2024? This idiotic country.
No, I haven’t read that one – I’ll have to check it out.
im a little slower before my first coffee…