My Jim Morrison Theory

Okay, if you didn't think I was a total flake before, you will now. It all started in 1971... See, in 1971 my mom miscarried a baby that would have been born in late June/ early July. Later, she got pregnant again and had me, in September of '73. But apparently, when I was two years old, people would ask me how old I was and I would say "4"... and ask me when my birthday was and I would say "July." So my mom already kinda thought I was the baby she miscarried the first time. As I grew up, looking at horoscopes and the characteristics that were supposed to be attributed to various signs, we noticed that I was an odd blend of typical Virgo (late August - late September) and typical Cancer (late June- late July). Still later, looking at Chinese horoscopes, I was again a blend of the birthdates, though I lean much more heavily toward that July 1971 baby.

What does that have to do with Jim Morrison? Well, I'll tell ya... when I was VERY young my parents (mostly Daddy) listened to the Doors quite a bit, but pretty much stopped before I was old enough to consciously remember. When I was... 11? 12?... and the movie "The Lost Boys" came out, there was an Echo and the Bunnymen cover version of "People Are Strange" on the soundtrack. My sister and I both saw the movie the day it opened, but at separate times. Talking to our parents about it over dinner, I commented on this "new" song that I could somehow predict the words too... found myself singing along with it, even though I KNEW it was a new song. My sis laughed at me, pulled out the old Doors records (remember vinyl?) and showed me how I knew the song. I became a little fascinated with the Doors then, and have been ever since... listened to my dad's albums until I almost wore them out, got Greatest Hits as a birthday gift from that same wonderful sister... and went on to read his poetry, and eventually to read several biographies. (There was one released just last year that is particularly good; I got behind in my reading for grad school because I couldn't put it down. "I know I'm behind, but I swear, Jim's about to die and then I'll catch up!")

So what's the connection between the baby that wasn't, and Jim? At some point, I randomly fixed what I believe would have been my birthday, as July 3, 1971.

According to popular belief and official records, that is the day Jimmy died.

Now, I do not for a MINUTE believe he died exactly when and how they said he did. I'm convinced he faked his own death (read some of his peotry and self-interviews some time, he basically said he was going to do it), but I am equally convinced that he DID die sometime not too long thereafter. Sometime before, say, November or December of '72. Why? Because I think the reason I chose not to be born that first time, was so I could spend a little time hangin' out with my buddy Jimmy. Had to wait for him to come over, before I could head this way... To this day I have a somewhat unnatural obsession with him... Brooding young lion, misunderstood prince in leather pants... *sigh* Ah Jimmy... we hardly knew ye... but we'll meet again...