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43 Years Since Jim Morrison Died.

43 Years Since Jim Morrison Died. Click picture to read tribute article
“I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps, “Oh look at that!” Then- whoosh, and I’m gone…and they’ll never see anything like it ever again… and they won’t be able to forget me- ever.” Jim Morrison

Jim Morrison certainly had a clear vision of his life. He was born December 08, 1943, and passed away July 03, 1971. For those who may not know he was a singer, songwriter, philosopher, and poet. He is most famous for his work with the musical group The Doors. I have traveled the world, and, no matter what language, if I sing a few verses of “Light My Fire”, everyone knows that song, and they always smile.

He did not play any musical instruments, but he heard all of his songs in his head. Then he would hum the tune to the other musicians in The Doors, and they would compose what he heard in his head.

At the young age of 21, Jim Morrison and Ray Manzarek formed the group The Doors. Within one year they had a recording contract and shot to the top of the rock and roll world with the song “Light My Fire” in the summer of 1967. From there everything they recorded was always on top of the rock and roll charts.

Jim never sought fame and always considered himself first and foremost a poet. As the money came pouring in, the rest of the group started buying fancy cars and houses. Jim did not care about material possessions. He lived very simply. All he usually had with him was his clothes and books. He was an avid reader and never was without a book in his hand. He lived in $10.00 a night motels. He tried to have a car, but every car he ever had he ended up wrecking. He finally gave up on cars.

He wrote four poetry books and paid to have them published. The thing he was most proud of was his books.

Jim was the first rock star to ever be arrested on stage during a performance. This happened December 9, 1967 in New Haven, Connecticut. He was booked on charges of indecency, public obscenity, disturbing the peace and resisting arrest. Before the concert Jim was backstage making out with a girl. A police officer spotted them and said they had to leave. Jim told the officer he was in the band. The cop got pushy with Jim. Jim tried to push him away and then the cop maced him. .

Jim still went on stage and performed the concert. During the last song Jim started to tell the crowd about what happened backstage. The cops shut the music down and came directly onstage to arrest him. From that time onward the police were always looking for an excuse to come after Jim.

Unfortunately his fame could not be contained and it took over his life. He enjoyed many of the perks, but did not like losing his privacy, and found ways to get lost in the crowd. He was an alcoholic and drank mass amounts of whiskey a day. No one could control him, and things went down hill when he was accused of exposing his penis in front of an audience at a rock concert in Miami Florida. He was arrested and faced Federal prison time for lewd lascivious behavior, two misdemeanors for public profanity, two for public exposure and one for public drunkenness. No one could prove that he did such a thing, and, considering how many photographs were being taken nonstop at the concert, it is highly unlikely that it happened because there is no proof.

Because he was so famous and considered a hippie, the courts were going to let him have it full on. For that reason he decided to take a break from everything and go to Paris to see if he could lose his identity. The pressure of facing prison time was more than he could handle. He found no matter where he went he was known. It must have seemed like there was no escaping for him.

The official cause of his death in Paris is from a heart attack. No one knows for sure, but the bottom line is he did die at a young age having changed the face of rock and roll. He has never been forgotten. In fact his fame has grown, and he is considered a rock legend. His estate brings in millions of dollars a year. Every year young people discover the work of Jim Morrison and become fans. Just like he said no one would ever forget him and that was very prophetic.

I saw The Doors perform at the Los Angeles Forum in 1968 at the height of their fame. I had always liked their music, but I was not a big fan of Jim Morrison. At this particular concert he set on the edge of the stage and read poetry for 45 minutes. I was sitting in the floor section right in front of the stage and people kept lighting sparklers and matches and sending them flying at the stage screaming, “Sing Light My Fire.” I had to keep covering my head to keep from getting burned. Finally the group did play Light My Fire and afterwards left the stage. Having lived in Los Angeles and seen every major group like the Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, The Rolling Stones, and many more, I considered it the worst concert I had ever seen.

I continued to buy every album The Doors made. The songs were powerful, and I really enjoyed their music. I knew I would never waste my time going to see another one of their concerts.

I was in Santa Monica, which is right next to Venice California and one of Jim’s favorite cities, when I heard that he had died. It was sunset, and, as I watched the sun go down at the ocean, I kept thinking about what a terrible waste and it had only been a few months since Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin had died at the age of 27. Ironically, Jim died on the same date as Brian Jones, of The Rolling Stones, who had died in 1969. Jim wrote a poem for Brian Jones right after his death called, “Thinking of Brian Jones While Sitting in Los Angeles.”

Jim Morrison lived his life as a free spirit and chose not to be tied down to the conventions of the day. He was a loner and his idea of what a good place to go to relax was a topless bar next to the office of The Doors or his favorite hole in the wall Mexican restaurant in Venice California. He never had an entourage nor did he have security. He walked the streets of Venice and Hollywood freely. He proved you could be a superstar and still live in whatever way you wanted.

His being free is what disturbed so many people including the law and the government. The powers that be do not like when someone shows them what true freedom is.

I cannot imagine any current musical artist choosing this type of life. This is what sets Jim Morrison apart from so many of the others. It is sad that the music world today is nothing more than just commercialism. I am thankful that I was around in the 60’s to see some of the greatest creative artists express themselves freely. It was a wonderful time to be alive.

I am glad Jim Morrison shared his talent with the world. He will never be forgotten.

I will leave you with this final thought from Jim Morrison.
“I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.”

Thank you Jim for all you left us,
Cherokee Billie
CherokeeBillie.com

Jimi Hendrix died 42 years ago, September 18, 1970.

It blows my mind that it has been 42 years since I was a teenager and heard the news that Jimi Hendrix had died. It just seems like a couple of years ago. Time Keeps On Slipping Into the Future!

So much happened 42 years ago that affected my life forever. On September 18, 1970 Jimi Hendrix died. I had seen him perform live ten times and no one ever blew me away like he did. I was a straight kid and did not use drugs, yet I understood completely what his music was about. People often associate those who like Jimi Hendrix with drugs; you don’t need drugs to appreciate his art. I wish I could help you feel the experience of him live because literally I could feel my body vibrate and move in what ever direction he wanted it to when he played his guitar. Jimi is often considered the greatest guitarist in rock and roll. He is known for playing guitar left-handed and behind his back and with his teeth without missing a single note. It was an amazing experience and no one else ever was able to do that for me.

I lived in Los Angeles and I saw most of the major groups in the 1960’s and 1970’s. I am so grateful I lived through that amazing time. People have tried to capture that time period today, but unless you were there you will never really understand or experience it. I had just seen Jimi Hendrix about two months prior to his death. He came on stage much different than before. He did not have a smile as he usually did and just played his songs without much emotion. I felt that something was wrong in this man’s life, but had no idea what it was. Turns out the man was overworked and burnt out, but the promoters kept booking more and more performances for him.

The news of Jimi’s death came on a Friday and I spent the weekend feeling the loss of such a beautiful person and the greatest guitar player ever. It was hard to believe because he was so young, only 27 years old, and to be gone and to lose what could have been. He died from suffocation (in his own vomit) after taking too many sleeping pills. He was not a heavy drug user, of course he used drugs it was common for the time, but he was not a drug addict. I believe the man was just looking for some peace and quiet. I had my own private goodbye to Jimi that weekend.

For those of us who lived during this wonderful creative time we can never forget this genius artist that changed the world then quickly left. His influence is felt even to this day and will continue to be felt for centuries to come. What if he never would have truly lived and expressed what he felt? The world would have missed out on so much. Jimi Hendrix could not read or write music, but did that stop him from playing the guitar? No. Jimi Hendrix is listed as the number one guitar player in the world by the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame. There are no limitations to your life when you truly live. Let his life be an inspiration to you to let go of all inhibitions and live your life freely and fully no matter what your age. We are supposed to live not just exist. Live today!

Life in this world is very short and as you get older you really realize how short it is. There are many times where I would give anything to go back and live those happy carefree times again. This is why it is critical to try to live every day to its fullest and create happiness for your life. Life ends much too quickly and there is no reason on earth not to make the best of each day. Granted not every day is going to be wonderful, but you do have a choice in how you deal with each day. All I can say is live fully now.

Want to know what it was like to see Jimi Hendrix live? I have written an article about the first time I saw Jimi Hendrix in 1968. Click here to read about this moment in history.

“It’s funny the way most people love the dead. Once you are dead, you are made for life.” Jimi Hendrix

Saying Goodbye to my Baby Dog

One of the most difficult things we face is losing a beloved pet. They are so precious to us and have given their entire lives to us. Yet, the day comes that we have to say goodbye. I am enclosing a memoir I have written about saying goodbye to my dog Lady. I have had many animals throughout my life, but her struggle with cancer affected me profoundly. I think of her daily, even after all these years and remember all the wonderful times we had together.

Lady’s Goodbye by Cherokee Billie

As I pulled my 1985 Oldsmobile Cutlass into the back parking lot of Haydel and Haydel Chiropractic my terrier/poodle Lady jumped up on to the center arm rest in great excitement with her tail wagging. She had always loved going to see Dr. Kerry Haydel. It was the Tuesday afternoon before Christmas 1986. I felt absolutely no joy or happiness in my heart that afternoon. I felt like I was dying emotionally. Lady had been pronounced terminal with cancer in September. Her cancer was inoperable and she had been receiving chemotherapy since her diagnosis.

After parking the car I put on her harness and leash to walk her into the building. In the back seat was a soft-sided dog carrier that contained my new puppy Shih Tzu, Julia. As I opened the car door Lady bounded out pulling on the leash to get inside the office. I reached into the back to retrieve the carrier with Julia. Lady could care less about this new puppy, as far as she was concerned it was an annoyance she didn’t need. I had just gotten Julia the day before so that I would have companionship when Lady was gone. The first thing Lady did when I brought Julia home was to bite her. She wanted Julia to know she was still the boss of the house.

I was taking Lady for a last visit to Dr. Haydel’s office, as I had made the decision to stop the chemotherapy the past week. I knew that she did not have but a few days left to life, and I wanted to give her as much enjoyment as possible. This was the off hours for his office so I knew there would be no patients that would be shocked to see two dogs in a doctor’s office.

As usual the back door was unlocked and once I opened it I let go of the leash so Lady could run into the office and find Dr. Haydel. Little Julia was whining inside the carrier wanting to get out. This was her first visit to Dr. Haydel’s office. I walked down the hallway to see where Lady had gone and found her sitting on the lap of Dr. Haydel in his office. “I see she found you.” I commented.

“My big girl sure did find me. Look how pretty you look today. “He was talking to her like she was a little human being. You could just see the joy on her face as he talked to her. His identical twin brother Terry was also in the office as well as his secretary Arlene. Terry and Kerry both took turns holding Lady and talking to her.

“She just doesn’t look sick.” Terry said surprisingly.

Terry and Kerry had not seen my new puppy and I wanted Julia to get accustomed to socializing with people. I had brought my camera, which I hadn’t used in over a year to take photographs. I wanted to capture this moment forever.

When I took Julia out of the carrier Arlene was thrilled at such a cute little puppy. “Oh, can I hold her?” she asked.

“Yes please, this will give Lady full attention from Kerry and Terry.”

We moved into the reception area so that I could take pictures of the “boys” (my nickname for Kerry and Terry) and Lady. The sun coming in from the West penetrated the entire reception area lighting it up like it was summer. Lady just wouldn’t leave Kerry and he seemed to want to hold on to her as well. I started snapping pictures and Lady posed like a professional model as usual. She loved having her picture taken. I took pictures of Lady sitting with Terry and Kerry on the sofa. I snapped her on the floor with Kerry sitting next to her and talking.

Arlene brought Julia into the reception area. She let her play on the floor. Julia wanted to know what all the commotion was about. She seemed to sense there was something interesting going on.

Lady was enjoying every minute of the attention. To see her frolicking in the office one would never suspect that she lay on the wooden bench at the end of my bed all day and night at home, because it was cool to her chemotherapy-heated body. It was apparent that Lady knew this was her last visit in the office and she wanted to pretend that her misery was an illusion.

The “boys” had me laughing with their antics. They were rolling on the floor and pretending to be dogs just to amuse Lady. It was delightful to be in their presence. It was giving me the emotional vacation I needed; I was able to put aside my misery and grief during the time we were in their office. This is what I had always liked about them, their ability to make others laugh.

We stayed for over an hour, during which time Julia peed and pottied on the light blue carpet to my horror. Kerry said, “Don’t worry about it, its no big thing.” I cleaned up the mess.

I asked Kerry “When the time comes will you take Lady to the doctors’ office for the final injection?”

He did not hesitate with his answer “Of course I will – don’t worry about it.”

We had to leave before rush hour traffic hit, as it would be a nightmare getting back to my mobile home. My emotions were so over the edge I didn’t need the added burden of rush hour traffic in Los Angeles.

I put Julia back into the carrier and she started whining once more. Lady was getting very fatigued although she didn’t want to stop getting the love and attention from the “boys.” Terry kissed and hugged Lady goodbye stating, “It’s going to be OK, I will always think of you.”
Kerry told her “I will see you again in a few days.” Arlene didn’t know what to say it was beyond her.

I attached the leash back to Lady’s harness. As we went down the hallway Lady moved like a great burden had been lifted from her. I opened the car door and she jumped into her seat next to me. She stood up on the armrest in the middle of the two seats looking at the door of the office, as though she was saying goodbye to the office. I said to her “OK Little Sunny Sunshine let’s go.”

As I pulled the car out of the parking lot I knew I had lifted her spirits that day. I started to sing to her “Foxy Lady” by Jimi Hendrix, she always loved when I sang that song to her. It’s hard to say goodbye to someone you have been so close to and loved so much. I just knew I had made my little dog Lady happy for a change. After so many months of suffering she deserved to feel happy.

Lady Passed on January 01, 1987.

Music is Magic!


by Cherokee Billie.

The song of life has a beautiful rhythm. At times, we forget the lyrics, but as long as good people provide the melody, life’s music plays on!

Music is magic! Music speaks louder than words and it’s a ‘language’ that the whole world understands. Did you know that people can be mentally conditioned to respond to a set stimulus like a series of tone signals? It works almost like a telephone does: You can dial a certain combination of numbers and that special sequence keys the equipment to connect one instrument with another. You’ve probably noticed at times how if a piece of music hits the right combination of notes for you; it can generate a significant response in your heart and mind. It has a psychological and spiritual effect on you. And if you’re really spiritually tuned, it can sometimes have a profound effect on you akin to sensing an electrical current or to receiving a personal radio signal.

Certain kinds of music will turn you on for certain kinds of things -it’s Spiritual. I listened to music all my life, but when I was twelve years old the Beatles came to America and my whole world opened up. Their music turned me on so much that it was just like I was flipping out into another world. I understood the music and I knew what was going on at deeper levels.

For those of you who were not alive when the Beatles exploded across America you won’t easily understand the significance of their impact upon not only America, but the entire world. They changed the way we dressed, looked, acted, spoke… and even our culture. The Beatles arrived in America just under three months after the assassination of President John Kennedy. This assassination had pulled America into a massive depression and the freshness and lively spirit of the Beatles was exactly what the country needed to revitalize itself.

The power of their music was definitely inspired and I believe that the Divine Spirit was working with them, to deliver the message of love to the world. A world which was in such chaos in the 1960’s.

Music links the heart of the hearer with the heart of the composer. This means that as you listen it blends the spirit of the composer with your spirit. It’s almost like the composer is a spirit guide, with you taking the role of the psychic medium – as the music becomes your crystal ball! When you listen to their music you gaze with them into the crystal ball, and all of a sudden your spirits are united and you both see and feel the same things. It sucks your spirit out of your body and transports you into another world.

Suddenly you’re enraptured and revitalized and metaphorically transported into the World of the Spirit in that magical way that music can do. This is definitely the feeling I get when I listen to Jimi Hendrix. He was a brilliant musical guide.

The spiritual realm is far more real then the physical world! Music is like a vehicle to take you into the spirit world. Some people can receive messages from Heaven through the lyrics of songs. In answer to a question for instance – The Great Spirit can bring an apt verse to mind that provides the answer to the conundrum. It’s a form of clairaudience. Songs that resonate with an individual can be used to send information to an individual. Spirit resonates with the ‘tuning’ that the recipient of the message has and sends the message with ‘the right vibes’, so to speak. This means that it would be difficult for someone who’s tuned in to Chopin to understand the sounds of Jimi Hendrix, although both were inspired by Spirit.

Composers are definitely tuned into the spirit world and inspired! Mozart’s music was completely different and inspires tranquility. Scientific research has even shown that music by Mozart can help to calm hysterical people and settle their minds.

You can tell a lot about music by its effect on you. Is it beautiful or is it ugly? Is it inspiring or is it oppressive? What impression does it have on your spirit?

What inspires so many people about a lot of the music of the Beatles is, I think, that it makes them feel happy. It’s fantastic music and it evokes good feelings. She Loves You! Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band! Hey Jude! Such enjoyable songs that inspire people around the world to join in and sing along with John, Paul, George, and Ringo.

Why is music so prevalent in our lives? Why do we connect so well with music?
According to the American Music Therapy Association:
Music is used in general hospitals to: alleviate pain in conjunction with anesthesia or pain medication: elevate patients’ mood and counteract depression; promote movement for physical rehabilitation; calm or sedate, often to induce sleep; counteract apprehension or fear; and lesson muscle tension for the purpose of relaxation, including the autonomic nervous system.

Music therapy is used in some psychiatric facilities, as well as in hospitals, nursing homes… and schools.

Chances are you’ve unknowingly developed your own form of music therapy. Have you ever felt low and played one of your favorite songs to soothe yourself? What about popping your favorite CD on to calm yourself down when you’re angry?

Music has a great way of touching people. Music can make you laugh, cry, shout and so much more. It’s also a great source of inspiration. Try this sometime and notice what happens: make yourself a cup of tea, sit down in your sofa and turn up your stereo as you play one of your favorite songs. Close your eyes, and soon you’ll find yourself creating mental images – matching the music you’re enjoying. Maybe you’ll even get a sense that the words of the song have a special ‘message’ for you too? And you’ll probably notice that you feel good within no time! Enjoy the Magical Music!

Today Marks 40 Years Since Jim Morrison Died


By Cherokee Billie.

“I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps, “Oh look at that!” Then- whoosh, and I’m gone…and they’ll never see anything like it ever again… and they won’t be able to forget me- ever.” Jim Morrison

Jim Morrison certainly had a clear vision of his life. He was born December 08, 1943, and passed away July 03, 1971. For those who may not know he was a singer, songwriter, philosopher, and poet. He is most famous for his work with the musical group The Doors. I have traveled the world, and, no matter what language, if I sing a few verses of “Light My Fire”, everyone knows that song, and they always smile.

He did not play any musical instruments, but he heard all of his songs in his head. Then he would hum the tune to the other musicians in The Doors, and they would compose what he heard in his head.

At the young age of 21, Jim Morrison and Ray Manzarek formed the group The Doors. Within one year they had a recording contract and shot to the top of the rock and roll world with the song “Light My Fire” in the summer of 1967. From there everything they recorded was always on top of the rock and roll charts.

Jim never sought fame and always considered himself first and foremost a poet. As the money came pouring in, the rest of the group started buying fancy cars and houses. Jim did not care about material possessions. He lived very simply. All he usually had with him was his clothes and books. He was an avid reader and never was without a book in his hand. He lived in $10.00 a night motels. He tried to have a car, but every car he ever had he ended up wrecking. He finally gave up on cars.

He wrote four poetry books and paid to have them published. The thing he was most proud of was his books.

Jim was the first rock star to ever be arrested on stage during a performance. This happened December 9, 1967 in New Haven, Connecticut. He was booked on charges of indecency, public obscenity, disturbing the peace and resisting arrest. Before the concert Jim was backstage making out with a girl. A police officer spotted them and said they had to leave. Jim told the officer he was in the band. The cop got pushy with Jim. Jim tried to push him away and then the cop maced him. .

Jim still went on stage and performed the concert. During the last song Jim started to tell the crowd about what happened backstage. The cops shut the music down and came directly onstage to arrest him. From that time onward the police were always looking for an excuse to come after Jim.

Unfortunately his fame could not be contained and it took over his life. He enjoyed many of the perks, but did not like losing his privacy, and found ways to get lost in the crowd. He was an alcoholic and drank mass amounts of whiskey a day. No one could control him, and things went down hill when he was accused of exposing his penis in front of an audience at a rock concert in Miami Florida. He was arrested and faced Federal prison time for lewd lascivious behavior, two misdemeanors for public profanity, two for public exposure and one for public drunkenness. No one could prove that he did such a thing, and, considering how many photographs were being taken nonstop at the concert, it is highly unlikely that it happened because there is no proof.

Because he was so famous and considered a hippie, the courts were going to let him have it full on. For that reason he decided to take a break from everything and go to Paris to see if he could lose his identity. The pressure of facing prison time was more than he could handle. He found no matter where he went he was known. It must have seemed like there was no escaping for him.

The official cause of his death in Paris is from a heart attack. No one knows for sure, but the bottom line is he did die at a young age having changed the face of rock and roll. He has never been forgotten. In fact his fame has grown, and he is considered a rock legend. His estate brings in millions of dollars a year. Every year young people discover the work of Jim Morrison and become fans. Just like he said no one would ever forget him and that was very prophetic.

I saw The Doors perform at the Los Angeles Forum in 1968 at the height of their fame. I had always liked their music, but I was not a big fan of Jim Morrison. At this particular concert he set on the edge of the stage and read poetry for 45 minutes. I was sitting in the floor section right in front of the stage and people kept lighting sparklers and matches and sending them flying at the stage screaming, “Sing Light My Fire.” I had to keep covering my head to keep from getting burned. Finally the group did play Light My Fire and afterwards left the stage. Having lived in Los Angeles and seen every major group like the Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, The Rolling Stones, and many more, I considered it the worst concert I had ever seen.

I continued to buy every album The Doors made. The songs were powerful, and I really enjoyed their music. I knew I would never waste my time going to see another one of their concerts.

I was in Santa Monica, which is right next to Venice California and one of Jim’s favorite cities, when I heard that he had died. It was sunset, and, as I watched the sun go down at the ocean, I kept thinking about what a terrible waste and it had only been a few months since Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin had died at the age of 27. Ironically, Jim died on the same date as Brian Jones, of The Rolling Stones, who had died in 1969. Jim wrote a poem for Brian Jones right after his death called, “Thinking of Brian Jones While Sitting in Los Angeles.”

Now comes an unusual part to my memories of Jim Morrison. In 1984 I was taking a class in Transpersonal Psychology and we were given an assignment to write about two parts of ourselves and have them communicate back and forth. I saw myself as two different things first as a deer and the other as Jim Morrison. As I was doing this dialogue between the deer and Jim, it became clear that he was there to teach me how to be an individual and face life like a rebel. I had lost my identity in a bad marriage and felt like a deer that at any moment was going to be shot down. This was the reason to learn how to be a rebel. It was certainly fascinating because I had not thought of Jim Morrison other than when I heard his music.

I did not have any albums any more, but, after writing this story, I kept hearing over and over in my head the song “Waiting for the Sun.” Finally I had to go out and buy the cassette, and, as I listened to this song, I started hearing Jim Morrison talk to me. This was his way of letting me know that he was in my life as one of my spirit guides. My first thought when I realized this was – why wasn’t it John Lennon or Jimi Hendrix who I really liked. Why did it have to be wild and crazy Jim Morrison?

I am sure that many people are thinking as they read this that I am crazy. No, I knew about spirit guides, but never gave it much attention. From that point on I started paying attention and have learned a great deal, and it has not always been easy, but I am grateful to have this guide. Many people have felt a connection to Jim Morrison outside of just being a fan, and I know that he is working in spirit to help many people. In fact there has been a book written by a psychic who claims to have channeled his spirit.

Jim Morrison lived his life as a free spirit and chose not to be tied down to the conventions of the day. He was a loner and his idea of what a good place to go to relax was a topless bar next to the office of The Doors or his favorite hole in the wall Mexican restaurant in Venice California. He never had an entourage nor did he have security. He walked the streets of Venice and Hollywood freely. He proved you could be a superstar and still live in whatever way you wanted.

His being free is what disturbed so many people including the law and the government. The powers that be do not like when someone shows them what true freedom is.

I cannot imagine any current musical artist choosing this type of life. This is what sets Jim Morrison apart from so many of the others. It is sad that the music world today is nothing more than just commercialism. I am thankful that I was around in the 60’s to see some of the greatest creative artists express themselves freely. It was a wonderful time to be alive.

I am glad Jim Morrison shared his talent with the world. He will never be forgotten.

I will leave you with this final thought from Jim Morrison.
“I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.”

Tweety A Connoisseur of Rock-And-Roll


By Cherokee Billie

I will never forget the first time my little sky blue Parakeet, Tweety, heard the song, “Stairway To Heaven.” The year was 1974 when Led Zeppelin first released; “Stairway To Heaven”, I was a young married, 23 years old, and usually had the stereo on loud every morning in our rented house after my husband went to work.

Tweety’s cage was right next to one of the stereo speakers in the living room, as Tweety enjoyed music so much. I had Tweety since 1967 so she knew rock-and-roll really well living with me. Tweety would lose control bopping up and down while chirping loudly whenever I put on music by Jimi Hendrix. Tweety would chirp softly to the Beatles. Tweety was a true connoisseur of music.

Tweety’s cage stood about 3 feet from the base with a large wood branch extending from the bottom to the top of the cage. There was several little branches shooting out from the main branch and Tweety would perch on the different branches depending on what she wanted to see or hear at that moment. Her favorite jutting branch was toward the top of her cage where Tweety would stand poised like a ballerina about to engage in her own choreograph, which she often did bobbing and weaving to the music.

This particular morning Tweety was on her favorite branch enjoying the music from the radio. The song “Stairway To Heaven” came on the radio for the first time. The song starts very softly with Robert Plant singing in a very beautiful tone. I noticed Tweety was stretched as far as her little body could stretch to get her ear, as close to the speaker as possible. I watched mesmerized at how still and quiet Tweety was during the first part of the song. Normally she would be chirping along with the music. But not today – not during this song.

Suddenly Robert Plant burst out with the verse, “As we wind on down the road,” accompanied by a barrage of heavy metal music; going from the soft melodious sound to harsh rock-and-roll. The contrast was startling to poor little Tweety. She fell instantaneously onto the floor of her cage. She looked stunned for a moment but started climbing back up the wood branch by her beak and feet to her favorite perch to finish listening to the song. Tweety listened in complete silence until the song concluded. If Tweety could have been a music critic she would have said, “That was the best song I have ever heard.”

After this episode whenever Tweety heard Robert Plant singing she would fall silent and study every tone of his voice. Tweety never did this with any other musician or song only with Robert Plant.

She continued to chirp and dance wildly for Jimi Hendrix and rock to the Beatles. Until the last day of her life she was a dedicated classic rock fan.

To this day when I hear, “Stairway to Heaven” I always picture the rapt attention of Tweety’s little face and I smile.

40 Years Since Jim Morrison Died


By Cherokee Billie

“I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps, “Oh look at that!” Then- whoosh, and I’m gone…and they’ll never see anything like it ever again… and they won’t be able to forget me- ever.” Jim Morrison

Jim Morrison certainly had a clear vision of his life. He was born December 08, 1943, and passed away July 03, 1971. For those who may not know he was a singer, songwriter, philosopher, and poet. He is most famous for his work with the musical group The Doors. I have traveled the world, and, no matter what language, if I sing a few verses of “Light My Fire”, everyone knows that song, and they always smile.

He did not play any musical instruments, but he heard all of his songs in his head. Then he would hum the tune to the other musicians in The Doors, and they would compose what he heard in his head.

At the young age of 21, Jim Morrison and Ray Manzarek formed the group The Doors. Within one year they had a recording contract and shot to the top of the rock and roll world with the song “Light My Fire” in the summer of 1967. From there everything they recorded was always on top of the rock and roll charts.

Jim never sought fame and always considered himself first and foremost a poet. As the money came pouring in, the rest of the group started buying fancy cars and houses. Jim did not care about material possessions. He lived very simply. All he usually had with him was his clothes and books. He was an avid reader and never was without a book in his hand. He lived in $10.00 a night motels. He tried to have a car, but every car he ever had he ended up wrecking. He finally gave up on cars.

He wrote four poetry books and paid to have them published. The thing he was most proud of was his books.

Jim was the first rock star to ever be arrested on stage during a performance. This happened December 9, 1967 in New Haven, Connecticut. He was booked on charges of indecency, public obscenity, disturbing the peace and resisting arrest. Before the concert Jim was backstage making out with a girl. A police officer spotted them and said they had to leave. Jim told the officer he was in the band. The cop got pushy with Jim. Jim tried to push him away and then the cop maced him.

Jim still went on stage and performed the concert. During the last song Jim started to tell the crowdabout what happened backstage. The cops shut the music down and came directly onstage to arrest him. From that time onward the police were always looking for an excuse to come after Jim. Click Here To Continue Reading The Rest Of This Article.

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