Date: | Sat, 4 Aug 2007 12:00AM PDT) |
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To: | LA woman myspace.com/yeahjaqui |
yeah, that was really cool - that was
during an afternoon before he was to perform two shows later that
evening. in the afternoon while we were hanging out i had given him a
book of poems i compiled called "in this place." then during the first show his manager approached me and stated that robby was really impressed by my poetry and he wanted me on the guest list for the second show so we could continue to hang out and talk some more. we hung out in-between shows while he signed autographs and then i was to stick around after the second show. i was truly elated but also really stoned at the time too and in one of those moods - this reporter for penn state's collegian paper was there aand we'd hang out a bit - she took me to a native american indian pow-wow outside of state college, pa before - and she knew the bartender well and was scoring free scotches so she'd get one and i'd grab it from her and slam it back again and again. so during the second i really felt the words jim used to say about himself - being that he viewed himself as a clown who blew things at crucial moments (for more on this see wallace fowlie's clowns and angels - fowlie also wrote rebel as poet: rimbaud and jim morrison which is one of the most insightful, intellectual books on jim - and via fowlie's notable authority in the world of literature, academia and psychoanalysis, he responsible for elevating jim's status from neandrathal rockstar to that of a bonified poet) = yeah, so any way i bailed during the second show and "wandered in the neon grove." i also have a couple cool stories about my friendship w/ wallace fowlie and also the few times i hung out w/ robby kreigar's son, wayland, who plays in robby's band and was also in that band, bloodline. i'll email those to you some other time. have a great day... best of the roses around jim's grave, john
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Poetry By
John Alan Conte`, Jr. |