Hop in! Where you headed?

I aim this blog at Hitchhiking stories, obviously. However, you can take that in the 'poetic' sense, as we are 'snakes' in time and the asphalt rivers take us to many places, as well as 'places'..

.... occasionally my own 'Road' spurs me to use this blog to communicate with someone I've 'travelled with' who holds a special meaning to me.

Monday, November 23, 2009



Organized by Boyd Grafmyre, held at Gold Creek Park in Woodinville.

I had a couple friends who got on as security for Boyd. Other entries regarding this event I may remember later, but for now it's the Doors that come to mind.
It was night time, or at least dusk, I seem to remember.
As it wasn't for an album, but an outdoor venue, the DOORS began an unobtrusive intro, which probably ended up being fifteen minutes or so. I think there was significant time space between acts so people were busy getting high or walking around. As each band's sound permeated the park people regrouped. It was no different with the DOORS except for this steady build up...very slow build up..like their songs have anyway, much of the time. bom-bom bu-bom-bom... on and on..before Morrison decided to start...
It was still building..minutes..minutes.. Jim stood there, holding the microphone on it's stand,moving it back and forth, nodding to the musical buildup. There was a small crowd right in front of the stage. As the music got a little louder... you just couldn't wait to hear Jim's first words. They had it down. But some folks in the very very front had stood up, in anticipation of Jim's first vocalization in the song. I forgot which one, but perhaps something like Riders on the Storm.
OK..Some other folks sitting ont he ground behind those very very front folks, had begun to kind of shout, "Sit down!! Down in front!!"
OK....by the way this made the papers the next day.
Jim Morrison, slowly.....slowly..with the building beat and music behind him...slowly cupped the microphone. He brought it to his mouth, all in 'synch' with the music...not losing the mood..but instead of singing, Morrison spoke. Slowly. Here is what he said:

"Hey!............All....YOU....People... Sitting Down......In BACK of.....the People.....Standing up......." Then he held up the significant middle finger, and finished the thought with, "..........FUCK.........YOUUU!!!".. Moments later, he started the lyrics.

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