Jim Morrison: Life, Death, Legend
This biography of Jim Morrison, which could quite accurately be retitled The Sad, Sad, Life of Jim Morrison, shows how even famous people have self-esteem issues.
You’d think that Jim Morrison – frontman, vocalist and lyricist of the great 70s band The Doors – would be somewhat content, if not totally satisfied, with the way his life went. But as is the case with most celebrities these days, Morrison was a drug-filled alcoholic with suicidal tendencies, and seems to never have gotten past puberty. Unlike Britney, Miley, and the gang of pop icons, however, Morrison actually seemed to possess some measure of intelligence.
According to this book, The Doors’ ascent to fame was pretty much accidental. Jim, especially, never outwardly proclaimed to desire the celebrity status, attention-seeking as he was. He never even wanted to – or thought he could – be in a rock band, and saw himself more as the impoverished artist type. And he worked to become one, too. He expressed that his greatest wish was to be a poet, wrote books upon books of poetry throughout the years, and worshiped and emulated acclaimed beat poet Allen Ginsberg.
As a child, he already had self-esteem issues, and, contrary to popular belief, it appears that getting famous isn’t an effective cure. Morrison felt as a rock star, his work wasn’t taken seriously. I suppose that’s understandable, considering how men were only interested in making money off him, and women in throwing their underwear at him, as much as that’s considered a compliment in the warped world of popular culture.
To conclude, this is The End.
