| Location | Melbourne, Florida, Usa |
| Age | 27 years |
| Cause of Death | Heart Attack |
| Date of Birth | 08/12/1943 |
| Date of Death | 04/07/1971 |
| Visitors | 931 since 05/05/2009 |
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James Douglas Morrison (December 8, 1943 – July 3, 1971) was an American singer, songwriter, poet, writer and film maker. He is best known as the lead singer and lyricist of The Doors and is widely considered to be one of the most charismatic frontmen in rock music history. He was also the author of several books of poetry[ and the director of a documentary and short film. Although Morrison was known for his baritone vocals, many fans, scholars and journalists alike have referenced his theatrical stage persona, self-destructive lifestyle and his work as a poet.
Jim Morrison was the lead singer and lyricist for the rock band The Doors, who emerged from the Los Angeles clubs to be one of the top national acts at the close of the 1960s. Morrison was an early prototype of the self-destructive rock icon: handsome, troubled, distant and yet charismatic. The Doors were created in 1965 by Morrison and keyboardist Ray Manzarek; they were joined by John Densmore and Robby Krieger. Their 1967 album The Doors was a huge hit, thanks to the single "Light My Fire." More albums followed, including Strange Days (1967), Waiting for the Sun (1968, with the single "Hello, I Love You") and LA Woman (1971, with the gloomy, dreamy single "Riders on the Storm"). Morrison's dark and psychedelic lyrics were both popular and controversial, as were his onstage antics: in 1969 he was arrested for exposing himself to concertgoers in Miami, Florida. His abuse of alcohol and drugs continued to grow along with this fame, and he died in his bathtub in Paris, France at the age of 27, of an apparent heart attack.
Morrison was buried at the historic Pere LaChaise cemetery in Paris, where his grave has become a popular destination for rock-n-roll pilgrims... Morrison nicknamed himself "Mr. Mojo Risin'" (an anagram of Jim Morrison) and was also called the Lizard King, a name taken from his poem "The Celebration of the Lizard King," which was included in the 1968 album Waiting For the Sun.
You've been gone for more than 38 years, yet your memory lives on in all who hear your music and read your poetry. It's like you were with us yesterday, yet so many miles have passed on the road since your journey on the lost highway.
You're still beautiful in your photos and footage, still young and defiantly glorious. Immortality personified.
A lifetime ago, you found solace behind the green door, a sense of peace and simplicity, but it was not to last. In the Marais you were in your element, sadly we lost you there. This loss will not be recovered.
You're in that dark ether now, but we still feel your presence.
In your own words, Jim,
"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws."

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