Jim Morrison could never exist in our day and age today. We’re too expedited, logical, informed and suspicious of each other. To be an American visionary you have to get on a plane of the absurd. It is like actually getting on an airplane too in that the mind is transported to a totally ulterior place. Telepathy is possible, in such a place. The origins of the world are evident and of the universe and the sense of pain’s magnitude emerges as a disciplining doctrine. You are smiling with other people and this is what you’d thought possible all along, when you were just lads sitting around at little league, your identity truncated by youth. Into this house we’re born, into this world we’re thrown, like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan, riders on the storm.