the glitter fades"
This following excerpt is from Jennifer Semple Siegel's book,
Cherokee, Iowa: Flight (a memoir)
The exact timeline of this event is a bit fuzzy, but the
scene is forever engraved in my head; I believe the event took
time in December 1968. At the time, The Doors were performing in the L.A. area, so I
don't think this is just an acid
memory, but who knows? Stoney, my boyfriend at
the time, and
I were just hanging out, doing nothing much, when...
Jim Morrison’s across the street from Wallich’s.
barely believe it!
God, I swear, an absolutely beautiful God, the most perfect human being I’ve
ever laid eyes on. I have never seen such gorgeous, long hair, his dark curls
cascading to his shoulders like a model’s. He’s tall, almost as tall as
Stoney, and lanky.
He wears a
black and white striped shirt, black leather pants, a leather belt with a huge
silver buckle, and black boots.
blowing slightly in the wind.
in his groin tells the whole story.
I want to
run over to him, grab his arm, and profess my everlasting love, worship at his
feet, but, of course, I’m much too lowly of a creature. I’d be nothing to
starts to run toward God, but I pull him back.
can’t," I say.
can't really think of a good reason why he shouldn’t–"It wouldn’t be
right!" finally spills out.
laughs, but, for once, he listens to me and hangs back.
morons, we gawk at Morrison, our mouths gaping.
stops, and God Morrison holds court on Sunset and Vine, doing nothing but
leaning against a building, smoking a cigarette, the world stopping to pay
homage to the greatest rock star of the twentieth century: freaks and straights
alike. Even traffic seems to halt.
Stoney, but I’d throw it all away for just one night with the God of
read my mind, Stoney says, "I’m not queer, but, for him, I’d make an
Morrison’s image dissipates–I call to him, but he laughs and waves me away.
"A God needs a Goddess...Goddess...Goddess...
Jennifer, 1968, in front of Grauman's Chinese Theatre
and Jennifer and Jeff Brown, 1970
Jennifer writes, "Jeff, who is now my ex, and I,
met outside of
Wallach's Music City. 'Hey Jude' was playing on my radio and
he asked me to turn it up, changing the entire course of my life."
Jennifer's email: email@example.com
Peggy Green (Raggi) spent considerable time with
Jim Morrison in a romantic relationship. She has stories on
the way about Morrison and their special bond, which I will print
as soon as possible. In the meantime, she has sent me these
poems and drawings that he created during their courtship,
and left in her possession.
Click to enlarge images below:
The following is Peggy Green's recollection of how she
stopped by my office and checked your site. you are a tireless historian,
impressive. kudos to you. here's the story i promised about meeting jim.
understand lots of water has gone under that old bridge, so this is to the
best of my addled recollection.
us just say like all things morrisonian it was not an average meeting. in fact
it took place over the period of a week or so.
first time we met, we didn't speak at least not out loud. it was at the
troubadour bar, probably monday when all the world seemed to gather there. i
was w/ friends, though i could not tell you whom. i absolutely do not recall.
possibly a woman named sally, who had recently moved to la from england and
was working at thee experience along w/ her friend joann tripp. joann was
married to artie tripp of captain beefheart. these were two people who knew
how to have a good time. jim was there w/ tom baker, two mad irishmen that
should never have been allowed out together w/out a keeper. anyhow, tom was
very chatty that night and struck up a conversation w/ us. jim was silent and
sullen, all the things i found irresistable in a man, back then. (i have
seriously revised that thinking or lack of thinking). he never said a word to
any of us but instead seemed almost amused by the troubadour interractions
between the sexes. at some point either they left or we left, who knows? i was
a goner from that point on and from that point on we seemed to run into each
other everywhere. suddenly he'd turn up at thee experience and just as
suddenly vanish. a few days later a group of the whisky servers came down
to thee exp. after hours for breakfast. someone said there was a party in bel
aire and we were invited. my friend jacki and some others that worked w/ us
decided to go and sure as i walked in the door, there was jim. that night we
talked for a long time, about both being from florida and how we needed to
stick together. we didn't stick together however, we went our separate ways
again. back to the club and night after night he'd show up w/ his friend,
frank. we'd talk a little, same result. the truth is we were both really shy in
a time when shyness was not prevalent. our next encounter was at a party in
one of those interminable hollywood courtyards w/ look a like bungalows. i
have no idea who's party or why i happened to be there, but there was always a
party back then, wasn't there? again i was w/ jacki and again jim was w/
frank. this was the night that we actually began whatever it was that we had.
i'm saving the rest of this story till next time. stay tuned.
More on the way from Peggy....