Bonesey Wrote An Importnat Post For Friday.

Our buddy Bones, after being stunned, as we all have been, with the depth of Megan Fox's "poetry", especially as delivered by incomparable Candace Owens, wrote some very important things, which cannot be ignored.

It's funny, once upon a time, for me, that Jim Morrison could do no wrong. It's also funny how much band hype and record company promotion enter the public record as truth. There was once a time when not every musical release was hailed as genius like they do nowadays but the Doors were one of those bands, like the Beatles, whose every release was hailed as a product of genius. Truth or hype? Who knows. What I do know is that something I used to live my life by now seems almost laughable in retrospect. Overblown, overdone, over serious, over rated, and other similar words spring to mind now. We haven't even gotten to Jim's "poetry".

Let's put it this way--if not for Ray Manzarek and his intro nobody would really care what kind of fire Jimmy wanted to light on his wire. He could have, as well, sang the telephone book. 

As Bonesey notes: "Loads of bad poetry, and some good............it has it's moments, coupled with some poor musical choices for a post disco Doors release." And keep in mind, Jim was a son of admiral and his "struggles" have been "struggles" of this kind of kid:

But Bonsey makes a good case:

Rimbaud's life was real. He was not rich, he wasn't immediately popular in a big way. He didn't have the powerhouse of Elektra records behind him. Jim worked in a safety net. He had managers, handlers, lawyers, you name. Rimbaud didn't have any of these things. He really had no advisers at all and had he, would he have listened? Rimbaud lived his own life and carried very little, if at all, what others thought. For all his bluster, I think Jim cared very much about what others thought. His "revolutionary" image was well considered, well thought out, and calculated. Later in his career, via the live albums, you can hear Jim lose his power over the audience. You can hear them speaking over his poetry. To regain control Jim starts yelling at them to shut up. Jim ended his life in much the same way as the Fat Elvis did. Bloated, self absorbed, surrounded by idiots, and reduced to a caricature of himself.

And that's all you need to know about much of counter-culture of 1960s and 1970s, much of which, not all, was created by Fortunate Sons.