05/16/2025
I fell in love with Jim Morrison at the age of 14. At 49 I still adore him, maybe even more. As you grow in age and wisdom you appreciate people, places, things on a very different level. I adore the artist, Jim Morrison, and appreciate his internal battle he endured. I love this little exerpt I found from a history page I follow.
“Jim Morrison’s relationship with material possessions stood in stark contrast to the typical American ideal. He never owned a home, rarely kept a car, and carried only a few essentials—his battered driver’s license, a credit card, and a key to the Doors’ office. Even at the height of his fame, Morrison chose cheap motels over luxury hotels, finding authenticity in their plainness. Generosity came naturally to him; he would often give away his money, books, or clothing, unconcerned with holding on to things most people prized.
His detachment from possessions was not just a philosophy but something he lived out in spontaneous ways. Photographer Frank Lisciandro once recalled a shopping trip where Morrison bought an entirely new outfit, including underwear, then left the store wearing it—discarding his old clothes on the spot. He told the clerk to burn them or give them away, uninterested in where they ended up. To those close to him, it was as if Morrison shed his identity along with his clothes, always ready to start fresh and unburdened.
This minimalist, anti-materialist lifestyle extended into Morrison’s everyday habits. He gravitated toward pool halls and dive bars, places where his fame meant little and he could enjoy the simplicity of anonymity. Rather than seeking out the spotlight or indulging in the comforts his wealth could buy, Morrison sought freedom—from expectations, from possessions, and even from himself. His life reflected a deep yearning for authenticity, showing that what he valued most couldn't be bought or owned.”