WEBVTT - Jim Morrison Episode 3: Jim Turns Obscene and Destructive, While Iggy Pop Sees the Future. 0:00:00.080 --> 0:00:02.960 The Seven Club is a production of I Heart Radio 0:00:03.400 --> 0:00:08.119 and Double Elvis Media. Jim Morrison died at the age 0:00:08.119 --> 0:00:12.000 of and he lived a life of self inflicted turbulence. 0:00:12.640 --> 0:00:15.200 I can give you twenty seven reasons why that statement 0:00:15.280 --> 0:00:18.280 is true. Eleven would be the number on a scale 0:00:18.280 --> 0:00:21.320 of one to ten that Jim would approach while performing 0:00:21.400 --> 0:00:26.439 on stage. He screamed, louder, cursed more, jumped higher. Even 0:00:26.480 --> 0:00:28.920 on nights when he missed most of the notes, he 0:00:29.040 --> 0:00:32.480 still gave a performance. Twelve more would be the number 0:00:32.520 --> 0:00:34.920 of weeks the doors would hold onto the coveted spot 0:00:34.960 --> 0:00:36.879 of house band at the Whiskey A Go Go on 0:00:36.920 --> 0:00:40.600 the Sunset Strip before Jim's hatred of authority and foul 0:00:40.640 --> 0:00:43.920 mouth got them kicked out for good. Another one would 0:00:43.960 --> 0:00:47.080 be the number of Walt Disney affiliated studios he hosed 0:00:47.080 --> 0:00:51.279 down with a fire extinguisher buck naked, and three will 0:00:51.360 --> 0:00:53.479 be the number of years he'd have left to live 0:00:53.560 --> 0:00:56.760 after the man who would become Iggy Pop witnessed Jim 0:00:56.840 --> 0:01:01.840 give a beautifully destructive performance in Detroit on this our 0:01:01.960 --> 0:01:07.480 third episode of season two. Foul mouths, fire extinguishers, beautiful destruction, 0:01:07.720 --> 0:01:12.440 and Jim Morrison lost in another fantasy. I'm Jake Brennan 0:01:13.040 --> 0:01:46.440 and this is Phil Tanzin. He couldn't believe what he 0:01:46.480 --> 0:01:49.960 had just heard. His ears were hot. He was enraged, 0:01:49.960 --> 0:01:52.960 he was shocked, and tan Zini did a shock easily. 0:01:53.640 --> 0:01:55.800 His ears were hot with the filth coming from the 0:01:55.840 --> 0:01:58.760 mouth of Jim Morrison. He wouldn't be surprised in the 0:01:58.840 --> 0:02:01.400 least if someone told him in that moment that smoke 0:02:01.600 --> 0:02:05.160 was literally coming from his ears. His nost was flared 0:02:05.200 --> 0:02:08.960 and a shutter surged through his body. Tan Zini stood 0:02:09.040 --> 0:02:10.680 up from a desk in the office at the back 0:02:10.720 --> 0:02:13.120 of the whiskey a go go. Stood up so fast 0:02:13.160 --> 0:02:15.840 that he banged his knee in the desk drawer hard. 0:02:16.160 --> 0:02:18.639 The pain and his knee only added to the frustration 0:02:18.680 --> 0:02:22.840 he was feeling. He lost it fuck. He hopped on 0:02:22.840 --> 0:02:25.120 one foot, grabbed his knee with his hands and tried 0:02:25.160 --> 0:02:27.600 to rub the pain out. He had to move quickly 0:02:28.160 --> 0:02:30.680 in the atmosphere, and the whiskey was getting x rated 0:02:30.760 --> 0:02:33.800 real fast, and tan Zini had to bring the hammer down. 0:02:34.280 --> 0:02:37.160 He dragged Jim Morrison off the stage by his long hair. 0:02:37.200 --> 0:02:39.680 If he had to pull the plug on the equipment, 0:02:39.840 --> 0:02:42.839 something anything to make it stop. He could hear Jim 0:02:42.880 --> 0:02:46.160 on stage, doubling down on his initial obscenities with cathartic 0:02:46.200 --> 0:02:54.480 shouts into the overloaded microphone. Kill Fuck, Killed Fuck. It 0:02:54.560 --> 0:02:58.760 was August and the doors were dragging out and especially 0:02:58.800 --> 0:03:02.760 loud climactic edition of the end. Robbie Kreeger played the 0:03:02.800 --> 0:03:05.720 repetitive Eastern guitar vamp over and over like he was 0:03:05.760 --> 0:03:09.079 in a trance, and Raymond's Eric made his vox organs 0:03:09.120 --> 0:03:12.120 squeal while his left hand held down the looped bassline. 0:03:12.720 --> 0:03:15.639 John Densmore brought his jazz chops to the forefront with 0:03:15.720 --> 0:03:19.600 some well timed fills that exploded like bombs. The whole 0:03:19.600 --> 0:03:23.359 band was buzzing with tension and release, and then we 0:03:23.440 --> 0:03:26.560 get loud and unhinged Jim shrieking into the mic, and 0:03:26.600 --> 0:03:29.760 then tighten everything up and get quiet again. It was 0:03:29.800 --> 0:03:32.800 in those moments of quiet that Jim began to slowly 0:03:32.840 --> 0:03:37.480 turn the song into theater, obscene theater. His unrehearsed ramble 0:03:37.520 --> 0:03:39.840 in front of a stunned crowd was a reductive take 0:03:39.880 --> 0:03:42.520 on that of his Rex, and his final lines were 0:03:42.560 --> 0:03:45.120 what made Tanzini leap from his chair like a bat 0:03:45.120 --> 0:03:49.920 out of hell, father, I want to kill you. Jim 0:03:49.960 --> 0:03:52.080 wrapped one of his black weather cloud legs around the 0:03:52.120 --> 0:03:55.520 microphone stand, rubbed his crotch against the long metal pole 0:03:55.640 --> 0:03:57.280 the way that he always did, the way that made 0:03:57.280 --> 0:03:59.480 the girls in the audience to loose their ship. It 0:03:59.560 --> 0:04:02.920 wasn't jested, it wasn't coated. It was blatant. And this 0:04:03.000 --> 0:04:05.200 was why the girls and boys flocked the Whiskey in 0:04:05.240 --> 0:04:08.280 the summer of sixty six to see this aloof elegantly 0:04:08.320 --> 0:04:12.560 wasted rock god Wh's effortless sex all over the sunset strip. 0:04:13.280 --> 0:04:16.719 And he didn't disappoint. He never disappointed. But then things 0:04:16.760 --> 0:04:22.560 been weird. Father, I want to kill him. Jim regained 0:04:22.560 --> 0:04:25.440 a balance on the stage floor, leads into the microphone stand, 0:04:25.440 --> 0:04:28.720 and looked up toward the club's low ceiling. No one moved. 0:04:29.200 --> 0:04:32.000 The Go Go dancer stopped moving in their suspended cage, 0:04:32.320 --> 0:04:36.160 The audience ground to halt, waitresses stopped serving drinks. All 0:04:36.240 --> 0:04:38.920 eyes were on Jim, eyes shut tight as he made 0:04:38.920 --> 0:04:43.919 this assault on the mic. Mother, I want to fuck you. 0:04:44.960 --> 0:04:49.120 All the night lost Tanzani knew that Jim was going 0:04:49.160 --> 0:04:51.440 to push him over the edge. Ever since they had 0:04:51.520 --> 0:04:54.240 hired the doors to be the Whiskey's houseman back in May. 0:04:54.680 --> 0:04:57.080 He wouldn't say how or when. He couldn't, but he 0:04:57.160 --> 0:04:59.719 knew it would happen. And Jim have been pushing his 0:04:59.760 --> 0:05:03.080 butt for months now. He was arrogant, he was condescending. 0:05:03.120 --> 0:05:05.320 He racked up an absurd bar tab and he was 0:05:05.360 --> 0:05:08.159 searching for buttons to push, hell bent on butting the 0:05:08.200 --> 0:05:11.840 hand that fed his band. He found the button in Tancini. 0:05:12.080 --> 0:05:14.760 He pushed it and this was the moment, the button moment. 0:05:14.800 --> 0:05:18.200 It was happening right now. Another one of the Whiskey's owners, 0:05:18.360 --> 0:05:21.160 Elmer Valentine, could be a little softer with the bands, 0:05:21.440 --> 0:05:25.799 even if his background suggested otherwise. Valentine was a former 0:05:25.880 --> 0:05:28.280 Chicago cop who made his way to l A after 0:05:28.320 --> 0:05:32.000 being indicted for extortion in Shy Town. His side hustle 0:05:32.240 --> 0:05:35.159 was running nightclubs for the mob. Was on their payroll 0:05:35.360 --> 0:05:38.000 into Valentine and other cops at the time. It was 0:05:38.040 --> 0:05:40.719 the way things were. It wasn't dirty, it just was 0:05:40.839 --> 0:05:44.560 what it was, a means to an end. Valentine was 0:05:44.600 --> 0:05:47.279 never convicted, but he got out of town, headed west 0:05:47.320 --> 0:05:50.039 and redefined himself as a club owner. And since he 0:05:50.040 --> 0:05:53.080 had some experience under his belt. After running PJS in 0:05:53.120 --> 0:05:57.200 West Hollywood, Valentine took a trip to Europe and discovered Discothex. 0:05:57.800 --> 0:06:00.360 He brought the concept back to l A and make 0:06:00.360 --> 0:06:03.360 the Whiskey a go go the preeminent place for live 0:06:03.480 --> 0:06:07.360 rock music in the city, perhaps even in the entire country, 0:06:07.680 --> 0:06:10.200 and he never let those wise guy connections dry up. 0:06:10.640 --> 0:06:13.280 When the Whiskey opened, he signed Johnny Rivers to play 0:06:13.320 --> 0:06:17.600 regularly for a year. Mr Secret Agent man himself. Bill Gazari, 0:06:17.680 --> 0:06:20.800 another l A club owner, claimed that Valentine's stole Rivers 0:06:20.800 --> 0:06:24.040 from his place and he wanted Johnny Rivers back. Valentine 0:06:24.040 --> 0:06:26.520 can go fund himself. Gazari put in a call to 0:06:26.600 --> 0:06:29.240 the infamous Chucky English, one of Sam Gi and Kanna's 0:06:29.279 --> 0:06:31.920 top men in Chicago, and Chucky English made the trip 0:06:31.960 --> 0:06:33.920 across the country to the Whiskey and laid it out 0:06:33.960 --> 0:06:37.800 real nice. Johnny Rivers goes back to Gazari's or Valentine 0:06:38.040 --> 0:06:42.039 was a fucking dead man. Valentine remained calm. You got 0:06:42.040 --> 0:06:45.520 on the phone, rain back home to Chicago. Felix Saldericio 0:06:45.760 --> 0:06:48.320 a k A Milwaukee Phil a k A hit Man's 0:06:48.400 --> 0:06:51.440 hit man with at least fourteen confirm Mafia Kills, who's 0:06:51.440 --> 0:06:54.520 a close friend of Valentine's. Valentine needed him to come 0:06:54.520 --> 0:06:56.680 out to l A and do him this favor. Get 0:06:56.720 --> 0:06:59.720 this fucking Gazari funk off his back, and so he did, 0:07:00.080 --> 0:07:03.039 and so that was that it was settled. Johnny Rivers 0:07:03.080 --> 0:07:07.600 kept playing the whiskey. The whiskey didn't feel mobbed up. 0:07:07.960 --> 0:07:10.360 It felt like the coolest room on the planet. The 0:07:10.360 --> 0:07:13.720 Whiskey cigarette Girl Patty Brockhurst was also its house DJ. 0:07:14.440 --> 0:07:18.080 Valentine wanted patrons to keep dancing between bands, and since 0:07:18.080 --> 0:07:20.480 there wasn't enough room on the floor for a DJ booth, 0:07:20.720 --> 0:07:23.400 a glass walled booth was mounted above the floor, where 0:07:23.400 --> 0:07:26.840 Patty would spin LPs and dancing or miniskirt. It was 0:07:26.880 --> 0:07:29.520 such a hit the Valentine hired some additional dancers to 0:07:29.640 --> 0:07:33.440 join Patty. The crowd shook their asses NonStop following the 0:07:33.480 --> 0:07:36.200 direction of the women suspended from the dance cage above 0:07:36.600 --> 0:07:38.720 the whiskey. A Go Go turned the strip into the 0:07:38.760 --> 0:07:42.559 Promised Land, the scene to end all scenes. Raymond Zara 0:07:42.680 --> 0:07:46.360 called it Mecca. Even if it's glamorous, commercialized seen was 0:07:46.400 --> 0:07:49.400 the exact opposite of the Bohemian artist fantasy they had 0:07:49.440 --> 0:07:54.120 concocted on Venice Beach. The Whiskey attracted Hollywood elite Carrie Grant, 0:07:54.240 --> 0:07:57.520 Jane Mansfield, Steve McQueen, Jack Parr. They all got their 0:07:57.600 --> 0:07:59.960 rocks off at eight and nine oh one Sunset Bull 0:08:00.040 --> 0:08:03.240 of her as the Whiskey Ago Goes house band. The 0:08:03.280 --> 0:08:07.560 Doors opened for Buffalo Springfield, the Birds Love Captain Beefheart, 0:08:07.640 --> 0:08:10.880 Frank Zappin and the mothers of invention the Turtles. When 0:08:10.920 --> 0:08:14.000 them came into town, their frontman Van Morrison went on 0:08:14.040 --> 0:08:16.680 a bender for days with Jim and they saying g 0:08:17.080 --> 0:08:20.280 L O R I A on stage together two brothers 0:08:20.320 --> 0:08:23.239 from other mothers, a duo of Morrison's for the ages 0:08:23.400 --> 0:08:26.880 right there on the Sunset Strip. Earlier in that year, 0:08:27.200 --> 0:08:30.080 the Doors has secured a recurring gig at the London Fog. 0:08:30.600 --> 0:08:32.840 The club was a few doors down from the Whiskey, 0:08:32.880 --> 0:08:36.520 but not nearly as respected. At least they were Whiskey adjacent, 0:08:36.640 --> 0:08:38.240 They were in the orbit, and they were where the 0:08:38.280 --> 0:08:41.560 action was. But the doors had no draw and the 0:08:41.600 --> 0:08:46.280 fog wasn't consistent with payment. Serendipitously, Ronnie mellon the Whiskey's 0:08:46.320 --> 0:08:48.400 talent bookers saw the Doors at the fog on the 0:08:48.520 --> 0:08:50.760 night they were let go, She went back and told 0:08:50.840 --> 0:08:57.040 Valentine they needed to be the Whiskey's houseman. Now, Tanzini 0:08:57.160 --> 0:09:00.360 was regretting the whole thing, regretting ever, allowing Jim Marrison 0:09:00.400 --> 0:09:03.000 to defile the stage, to rub his tight pants and 0:09:03.080 --> 0:09:05.800 the mic stand to how like a wounded animal, to 0:09:05.880 --> 0:09:08.400 play his music way too fucking loud, to say the 0:09:08.480 --> 0:09:11.160 kinds of things a normal person just wouldn't say on stage, 0:09:11.480 --> 0:09:15.000 You sick fuck. Tansini was screaming as he approached the stage, 0:09:15.160 --> 0:09:18.720 You say that six ship about your mother on my stage, 0:09:18.960 --> 0:09:21.600 on my stage. Who the funk? Who the funk do 0:09:21.640 --> 0:09:23.760 you think you are to say that six ship on 0:09:23.880 --> 0:09:27.600 my stage? Then tan Zini fired the band and they 0:09:27.640 --> 0:09:29.840 were done. He was all out of patients, with Jim 0:09:29.880 --> 0:09:32.199 being all on a fox, the cush gig they had 0:09:32.240 --> 0:09:34.520 won over every other band in l A was taken 0:09:34.559 --> 0:09:37.080 away from them just like that, and it was all 0:09:37.200 --> 0:09:40.120 Jim's fault. The Doors knew there was a caveat that 0:09:40.200 --> 0:09:43.080 came with having Jim Morrison as their front man. This 0:09:43.640 --> 0:09:46.800 was the caveat, But Jim wasn't just a liability on 0:09:46.920 --> 0:09:49.360 stage in front of an audience. He didn't even need 0:09:49.400 --> 0:09:52.880 an audience. He slipped deeper into that fantasy world, felt 0:09:52.920 --> 0:09:55.280 himself more invincible as the months went on and the 0:09:55.320 --> 0:09:59.640 band game notoriety. His act wasn't merely attention seeking. He 0:09:59.760 --> 0:10:02.680 was all in, so far in that it was almost 0:10:02.720 --> 0:10:05.120 second nature when he took off all of his clothes 0:10:05.440 --> 0:10:09.000 and lit up the recording studio with a loaded fire extinguisher. 0:10:40.080 --> 0:10:43.440 Paul Rothschild stepped outside the New Jersey State Prison for 0:10:43.480 --> 0:10:46.240 the first time in nine months and felt that early 0:10:46.320 --> 0:10:49.680 morning July sun smack him in the face. It was 0:10:49.720 --> 0:10:53.760 hot and muggy, felt like summer, smelled like Trenton. He 0:10:53.800 --> 0:10:57.080 didn't take the moment for granted. That Jersey sun could 0:10:57.120 --> 0:10:59.079 smack the every loving ship out of him all day. 0:10:59.120 --> 0:11:02.680 If he wanted to, he'd soak it up the maximum 0:11:02.720 --> 0:11:06.200 security behemoth dwarf Frothchild, where he stood waiting for the 0:11:06.240 --> 0:11:09.800 gates to ceremoniously open, his balding head a little more 0:11:09.800 --> 0:11:11.640 bald than when he was first put in the cell 0:11:11.760 --> 0:11:15.520 nine months earlier. Holy shit, he thought nine months he 0:11:15.720 --> 0:11:18.400 grow a human being in nine months. He had done 0:11:18.400 --> 0:11:22.079 his time with murderers. These racketeers and psychopaths, as well 0:11:22.120 --> 0:11:24.440 as those who like himself, were there because of some 0:11:24.520 --> 0:11:28.200 petty bullshit. Rothschild was there for a couple of joints 0:11:28.200 --> 0:11:31.840 if you could believe that he couldn't marijuana possession. In 0:11:31.880 --> 0:11:34.480 the mid sixties, the police had raging, hard honest to 0:11:34.559 --> 0:11:39.200 bus people smoking grass, fringe folk, hippies, rock and rollers. 0:11:39.200 --> 0:11:41.600 So the squares put him inside the Trent and Fortress 0:11:41.600 --> 0:11:43.200 and did their best to make him feel like a 0:11:43.200 --> 0:11:47.680 different person, a normalized person, a reformed person. The nine 0:11:47.679 --> 0:11:51.319 months Rothchild spent inside were full of monotony. There was 0:11:51.360 --> 0:11:55.040 no music, no work, and certainly no grass. But he 0:11:55.080 --> 0:11:59.280 couldn't stamp the music out of Paul Rothschild. Rothschild was 0:11:59.320 --> 0:12:02.360 Electro wreck and senior staff producer. He was hired by 0:12:02.400 --> 0:12:06.400 Electra president Jack Holdsman in sixty three. He had produced 0:12:06.400 --> 0:12:08.800 records by folk He's like Phil Oaks and Tom Rush. 0:12:09.160 --> 0:12:12.200 In sixty four he discovered the Paul Butterfield Blues Band. 0:12:12.320 --> 0:12:15.640 When he was sent to jail in November nine, Holsman 0:12:15.720 --> 0:12:17.960 kept him on the payroll. It was only nine months 0:12:18.120 --> 0:12:20.000 and Electra would be waiting for him when he got 0:12:20.000 --> 0:12:23.360 out and now there he was the one Electra and 0:12:23.440 --> 0:12:26.800 Holsman were waiting for, standing there under the hot July sun, 0:12:27.200 --> 0:12:30.920 receding hairline, dramatic mutton chops on his cheeks, beads around 0:12:30.960 --> 0:12:34.120 his neck, sandals on his feet, unless cigarette behind his ear, 0:12:34.440 --> 0:12:37.679 real fucking far from reformed. But how would he do this? 0:12:37.720 --> 0:12:40.319 How would he acclaim back into reality? Who would he 0:12:40.360 --> 0:12:42.000 work with? Who would want to work with him? A 0:12:42.040 --> 0:12:45.400 producer with a rap sheet, Jack Holsman of the Perfect 0:12:45.400 --> 0:12:49.480 group that summer, Arthur Lee of Love, Electra's first rock 0:12:49.520 --> 0:12:52.480 group and a quintessential example of the mid sixties psychedelic 0:12:52.520 --> 0:12:55.840 folk rock scene in l A, brought Holzman to the whiskey. 0:12:55.960 --> 0:12:59.760 He had to see this band. The singer was wild, unpredictable, 0:13:00.040 --> 0:13:04.079 a nique. The band really cooked. It took Holsman to 0:13:04.160 --> 0:13:06.800 repeat visit, but he got turned on. And the doors 0:13:06.800 --> 0:13:09.400 have been dicked around by Columbia Records, signed and then 0:13:09.440 --> 0:13:12.679 sat on with little enthusiasm by the label's brass. They 0:13:12.679 --> 0:13:14.880 had been picked up and dropped with a little fanfare, 0:13:15.120 --> 0:13:17.920 and they needed a place to go. Polsman needed another 0:13:18.000 --> 0:13:21.240 exciting rock band and continue to diversify, which was roster, 0:13:21.640 --> 0:13:25.319 the Doors are gonna blow people's minds, or as l 0:13:25.360 --> 0:13:27.960 a critic Jean young Blood said, the Beatles and the 0:13:27.960 --> 0:13:31.040 Stones are for blowing your mind. The Doors are for afterwards, 0:13:31.200 --> 0:13:34.960 and your mind is already gone. The Doors welcomed Rothschild 0:13:34.960 --> 0:13:37.559 with open arms, a record producer fresh out of the 0:13:37.640 --> 0:13:40.920 joint for smoking dope. Yes, that was the only icebreaker 0:13:41.000 --> 0:13:43.920 the band needed, and they were all in. Rothschild and 0:13:43.960 --> 0:13:47.200 the Doors checked into Sunset Sound Recorders in Hollywood, a 0:13:47.240 --> 0:13:50.600 studio that Disney's director of Recording, two D. Camarada, had 0:13:50.600 --> 0:13:53.960 built in the late fifties at Walt Disney's request. Used 0:13:53.960 --> 0:13:56.920 at first to record music for vintage Disney films, it 0:13:56.920 --> 0:13:59.520 would become a legendary spot where the Beach Boys would 0:13:59.520 --> 0:14:02.880 make pets sounds. The Stones would finish exile on Main Street. 0:14:03.160 --> 0:14:06.560 Janis Chopping would record Pearl and Prince would track Purple Rain. 0:14:07.280 --> 0:14:10.240 In six days, the Doors were done. They tracked Light 0:14:10.280 --> 0:14:12.960 by Fire, Break On Through to the Other Side, Soul Kitchen, 0:14:13.000 --> 0:14:15.720 Backdoor Man, the End, along with the other six songs 0:14:15.720 --> 0:14:18.560 that would make up their groundbreaking self titled debut album. 0:14:18.960 --> 0:14:21.640 The band was picking up steam. Their sound was new 0:14:21.640 --> 0:14:25.040 and hungry. They put the drama of the Whiskey behind them, 0:14:25.080 --> 0:14:27.560 but Jim wasn't done with all the drama yet. There 0:14:27.600 --> 0:14:30.400 was other drama to find and exploit. He wasn't done 0:14:30.400 --> 0:14:32.800 with the theater yet either, and there were still words. 0:14:32.840 --> 0:14:35.840 He hadn't said things, he hadn't done people, he hadn't shocked. 0:14:35.960 --> 0:14:39.520 He wasn't done with the fantasy. The doors were trying 0:14:39.560 --> 0:14:43.080 to record the end when Jim, stoned and ranting, decided 0:14:43.120 --> 0:14:45.160 to rip the television cord out of the wall and 0:14:45.280 --> 0:14:48.360 smash it to ship. He hurled it towards Rothschild in 0:14:48.400 --> 0:14:51.080 the control room of the studio, but the boxing TV 0:14:51.280 --> 0:14:53.640 was stopped by the large wall of sound proof glass 0:14:53.680 --> 0:14:56.960 separating the control room in the studio. Jim was shocked 0:14:57.000 --> 0:14:59.960 the glass didn't break. It was a letdown anti climb 0:15:00.000 --> 0:15:03.880 actic a. Rothschild cut the session short. Jim obviously needed 0:15:03.920 --> 0:15:06.280 to sleep this one off. Rothschild put him in a 0:15:06.320 --> 0:15:09.000 car and had someone drive him home, but Jim didn't 0:15:09.000 --> 0:15:11.520 make it home. Jim wasn't done, had to finish what 0:15:11.600 --> 0:15:14.040 he started. He bailed out of the car as it 0:15:14.120 --> 0:15:17.040 was rolling down Sunset Boulevard, just like he had bailed 0:15:17.080 --> 0:15:19.560 to kiss the fourteen year old that time on Hawthorn. 0:15:20.000 --> 0:15:22.800 He ran down sunset, moaning and groaning so loud that 0:15:22.840 --> 0:15:25.720 he fitted perfectly with the human wildlife crawling around at 0:15:25.720 --> 0:15:28.480 this late hour on the streets. When he made it 0:15:28.480 --> 0:15:31.480 back the sunset side, everyone was gone. And then he 0:15:31.520 --> 0:15:35.000 saw smoke coming from the building's windows. Jesus, he thought 0:15:35.200 --> 0:15:37.000 they kick him out of the studio, and then the 0:15:37.040 --> 0:15:40.400 place catches on fire. He climbed the gate and found 0:15:40.440 --> 0:15:42.600 his way into the empty building. He could tell the 0:15:42.600 --> 0:15:44.440 fire it was coming from the studio room they have 0:15:44.520 --> 0:15:46.920 been recording in. He had to do something. He was 0:15:46.960 --> 0:15:49.880 sweating and panting from all the running. He was already hot, 0:15:50.080 --> 0:15:52.120 and he just got hotter and hotter the closer he 0:15:52.160 --> 0:15:54.720 got to the studio room. With the fire inside, his 0:15:54.800 --> 0:15:58.080 heart beat wildly and his arms shook with unchecked adrenaline. 0:15:58.560 --> 0:16:00.480 It was time to go full wild child. It was 0:16:00.520 --> 0:16:03.040 time to get real faro and Jim took his clothes off, 0:16:03.080 --> 0:16:06.680 took them all off. He felt free, loose, unfettered, fucking invincible. 0:16:07.240 --> 0:16:09.280 He burst into the room and used his clothes to 0:16:09.280 --> 0:16:11.720 try to smother the flames. Threw his shirt down on 0:16:11.800 --> 0:16:14.560 some fire. It's smoldered, threw his jeans down on some 0:16:14.600 --> 0:16:16.840 fire and they seemed to do the trick, but there 0:16:16.880 --> 0:16:19.040 was too much fire, too much smoke. He didn't have 0:16:19.080 --> 0:16:22.320 that many clothes, and frustrated, he threw ash trees around 0:16:22.320 --> 0:16:24.800 the room, up ended the table if it wasn't bolted 0:16:24.840 --> 0:16:26.800 down to get tossed, and then he grabbed the fire 0:16:26.840 --> 0:16:29.200 extinguisher from the wall and let it ripped spray down 0:16:29.240 --> 0:16:31.280 the whole room. The crackling of the flames and the 0:16:31.280 --> 0:16:34.080 white noise surge of the fire extinguisher filled his ears 0:16:34.080 --> 0:16:37.720 with a beautiful cacophony foam from the fireston which recovered everything, 0:16:37.760 --> 0:16:40.560 the control board, the tapes, John Densmore's drums, and Robbie 0:16:40.560 --> 0:16:43.200 Creaker's guitar, and not an inch of the room was missed. 0:16:43.520 --> 0:16:45.760 Jim was thorough. He was both a hero and a 0:16:45.760 --> 0:16:48.760 wild force of destruction. He could have his cake, and 0:16:48.840 --> 0:16:52.960 he did too. As the fire extinguishers sputtered its last 0:16:52.960 --> 0:16:58.200 final blasts of white foam, Jim collapsed in her chair, exhausted, fulfilled. 0:16:58.600 --> 0:17:02.520 He had finished when he started. Later that night, Rothchild 0:17:02.520 --> 0:17:05.119 found Jim nearly passed out in that chair, and the 0:17:05.280 --> 0:17:08.040 entire room covered in chemical foam. It was like a 0:17:08.080 --> 0:17:11.920 marshmallow crime scene. He shook. Jim awake was babbling about 0:17:11.920 --> 0:17:16.600 a fire fire. Rothchild was confused and angry. There was 0:17:16.640 --> 0:17:19.639 no fire. It was just a studio room entirely covered 0:17:19.640 --> 0:17:22.280 in goo and a bunch of random ship thrown around 0:17:22.280 --> 0:17:26.640 and smashed. Damn Jim Rothchild said, it took a real 0:17:26.760 --> 0:17:31.800 beautiful thing, fucked it up good. Jim, still naked and 0:17:31.800 --> 0:17:35.280 out of his mind, smiled At times like these, the 0:17:35.359 --> 0:17:39.040 devilish encouragement and hostility of his friend Jimbo bounced around 0:17:39.080 --> 0:17:42.040 in his head. Even when Jimbo wasn't standing right next 0:17:42.040 --> 0:17:46.320 to him, Jimbo was always there, always commenting, always provoking. 0:17:46.880 --> 0:17:49.760 Even if Jim was naked and alone in a recording studio, 0:17:50.040 --> 0:17:53.440 it wasn't really ever alone. And yeah, Rothchild was right. 0:17:53.480 --> 0:17:56.160 He did fuck it up. He sucked it up real good. 0:17:56.240 --> 0:17:59.639 But it was a private act of insanity. It's shocked Rothchild, 0:17:59.800 --> 0:18:01.600 a guy who had recently spent time in the big 0:18:01.640 --> 0:18:05.040 House and didn't shock easily. But Jim needed a bigger audience, 0:18:05.160 --> 0:18:08.720 a bigger stage, passing insanity along to the masses, and 0:18:08.760 --> 0:18:12.600 they were thirsty for it anyway. Twenty tho unsuspecting hippies 0:18:12.640 --> 0:18:15.240 in a public park was a good place to start. 0:18:21.119 --> 0:18:26.600 We'll be right back after this word. We were Jim 0:18:26.640 --> 0:18:30.840 Morrison and Jimbo made the scene. Jim tagged along behind Jimbo. 0:18:31.200 --> 0:18:33.919 Jima looked out onto the crowd of twenty people gathered 0:18:33.960 --> 0:18:38.240 in Golden Gate parkin thought, fuck these flower children. Fucked 0:18:38.320 --> 0:18:42.360 this grassroots activism, and fucked these wild eyed, deluded losers. 0:18:43.080 --> 0:18:46.800 President Kennedy was still dead, and after Watts, Cleveland had rioted, 0:18:47.080 --> 0:18:49.960 oh Mad rioted, and there were almost two U S 0:18:50.000 --> 0:18:53.399 soldiers in Vietnam. The world was a ball of confusion, 0:18:53.640 --> 0:18:56.800 and these starry eyed, optimistic fools thought that holding hands 0:18:56.800 --> 0:18:59.080 in the middle of San Francisco would make things better. 0:18:59.520 --> 0:19:01.600 At least the folks and Watts knew what was up. 0:19:01.960 --> 0:19:04.639 Fuck sh it up, make it stint, make the establishment 0:19:04.680 --> 0:19:08.960 feel the pain the human being. Even the name was stupid. 0:19:09.119 --> 0:19:12.760 Life was chaos, disorder, life was fucked up. Life wasn't 0:19:12.880 --> 0:19:15.200 tidy and lovey dovey, and where was the fun and 0:19:15.280 --> 0:19:18.359 just floating along in ignorant bliss. Anyways, it was always 0:19:18.359 --> 0:19:20.520 more fun to make a mess of things. And this 0:19:20.560 --> 0:19:22.480 is what Jimbo thought while he made his way through 0:19:22.520 --> 0:19:25.480 the throngs of smiling San Franciscan's, pausing to take in 0:19:25.600 --> 0:19:29.000 Timothy Learry's speech from the stage and the one time 0:19:29.040 --> 0:19:33.280 Harvard professor and LSD prophet recently touring college campuses to 0:19:33.359 --> 0:19:35.920 spread the good word of the acid. Ture rang fourth 0:19:35.960 --> 0:19:38.639 with the mantra that the whole movement would adopt the 0:19:38.680 --> 0:19:41.399 movement that was taking form here and now in Golden 0:19:41.440 --> 0:19:46.760 Gate Park, turn on, tune in, and drop out, drop out. 0:19:47.040 --> 0:19:50.159 Jimbo fixated on those final words. He plucked them from 0:19:50.240 --> 0:19:53.119 Leary's entire sentence and kept on repeating them out loud, 0:19:53.480 --> 0:19:56.639 quietly at first, and then louder. It was his own mantra. 0:19:56.720 --> 0:19:59.240 Now he spun around in the public park and the 0:19:59.280 --> 0:20:02.440 cozy jan whevery sunshine, yelling drop out, and all the 0:20:02.520 --> 0:20:10.000 smiling faces. Jimbo plucked the flower from behind the ear 0:20:10.000 --> 0:20:12.680 of a teenage girl with long blonde hair. He squeezed 0:20:12.680 --> 0:20:14.680 it in his palm into The petals had been ripped 0:20:14.720 --> 0:20:16.800 off and the stem was crumpled, and then he let 0:20:16.800 --> 0:20:19.240 it droop and fall into the ground. The girl looked 0:20:19.280 --> 0:20:22.359 on in horror. He snatched a joint from the fingers 0:20:22.359 --> 0:20:25.159 of short haired flower chap some young kid who was 0:20:25.200 --> 0:20:27.200 in the early stages of letting it all hang out. 0:20:27.440 --> 0:20:30.639 Jimbo snatched the joint and just ate it. Stuck the 0:20:30.680 --> 0:20:33.399 lip roach in his mouth and started to chew. He 0:20:33.560 --> 0:20:36.200 smiled while his cheeks moved up and down, and then 0:20:36.240 --> 0:20:40.000 blew residual smoke right back into the kid's face. Fuck him, 0:20:40.000 --> 0:20:42.720 he thought. He grabbed girls dresses and pulled them sky 0:20:42.800 --> 0:20:45.639 high to get a peep, deliberately bumped his rugged shoulder 0:20:45.640 --> 0:20:48.440 into the shoulders of passing kids with rose colored glasses 0:20:48.440 --> 0:20:53.120 and gob smacked faces. Fun Pretzel book, he would really 0:20:53.160 --> 0:20:56.520 dig his shoulder into, set them reeling, flailing backward, and 0:20:56.520 --> 0:21:00.120 then follow up with a bloated, drunk confrontation, what the 0:21:00.160 --> 0:21:05.240 fucking your problem? Jim Morrison trailed Jimbo, stoned and drunk 0:21:05.280 --> 0:21:09.240 as usual, chuckling at Jimbo's hijags, but also affording himself 0:21:09.280 --> 0:21:12.479 the luxury of keeping his distance. Louis plenty going on 0:21:12.560 --> 0:21:17.679 in January, but on this particular Saturday, San Francisco was 0:21:17.760 --> 0:21:21.280 certainly where it was at the human being. A prelude 0:21:21.280 --> 0:21:23.440 to that year's Summer of Love was builled as a 0:21:23.560 --> 0:21:27.560 gathering of the tribes, and truly it was hippy. Kids 0:21:27.600 --> 0:21:30.920 walked side by side with business men in suits. Everyone 0:21:30.960 --> 0:21:33.760 was encouraged to breathe a little deeper and take things 0:21:33.800 --> 0:21:37.679 a little slower, peacefully, protests the war, love one another, 0:21:37.920 --> 0:21:40.800 smile upon another, look at the world in a different way. 0:21:41.119 --> 0:21:45.560 Come together. Rainbow colored posters for the mass event asked 0:21:45.560 --> 0:21:50.840 people to bring flowers, insects, feathers and candles, to bring animals, symbols, chimes, 0:21:50.840 --> 0:21:54.400 and flutes. Organizers expected about a thousand people to show 0:21:54.480 --> 0:21:57.680 up at Golden Gate Parks polo fields, but guestimates put 0:21:57.720 --> 0:22:01.000 the actual number of attendees between money and thirty. Thus, 0:22:01.960 --> 0:22:06.119 other posters promised all SF rock groups, which translated to 0:22:06.200 --> 0:22:09.040 a who's who of San Francisco rock and roll circa 0:22:09.080 --> 0:22:14.399 early nineteen The Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane, Sir Douglas, Quintent, 0:22:14.680 --> 0:22:18.640 the Quicksilver Messenger Service, and Big brotherren holding company. Big 0:22:18.640 --> 0:22:21.159 Brother eddiet to release a debut record yet, but they 0:22:21.160 --> 0:22:23.399 were making waves in the scene, largely due to their 0:22:23.440 --> 0:22:27.520 lead vocalists, Janis Joplin. It was also the first major 0:22:27.600 --> 0:22:31.480 counterculture gathering that used the local Hell's Angels chapter for security, 0:22:31.880 --> 0:22:34.760 seeing as there was no police presence, and they passed 0:22:34.760 --> 0:22:37.040 out drinks from the back of a station wagon, helped 0:22:37.080 --> 0:22:39.760 lost kids find their free flowing parents, and for the 0:22:39.800 --> 0:22:42.399 most part, stayed out of trouble, and there was a 0:22:42.440 --> 0:22:45.560 general sense of unease at the Angel's presence. After all, 0:22:45.600 --> 0:22:48.600 they had attacked anti war protesters the year before and 0:22:48.640 --> 0:22:51.320