Here's a li'l factoid for all you former Rimbaud-reading, snake-skin-boot-wearing, mushroom-munching boomer kids: Jim Morrison would have turned 65 this year. That's right, the Lizard King would be eligible for Medicare. Probably bald too. Tick-tock, former wild children. Tick-tock. Forgive the schadenfreude, boomers. It's just the bitterness of someone catching up to you in geezerhood. Truth is, if you strip away the shaman-poet-hallucinogenic hokum that's surrounded Morrison since his death at age 27 in 1971, The Doors produced some nice catchy, poppy ditties. "Hello, I Love You," "Love Her Madly" and "People Are Strange" are not exactly the words of William Blake, but they have nice hooks. (Thank you, Ray Manzarek.) But wouldn't it be nice, if you could remain ever young and hip—without dying in a Paris... More >>>