Disappointing Jim Morrison grave

I’m pretty disappointed with Jim Morrison’s grave.

The train ride to the cemetery, on the Paris `Metro’ transit system, is pretty disappointing, the entrance to the cemetery is pretty disappointing, the route to the grave is pretty disappointing and the grave itself is pretty disappointing.
The view from the train ride mostly seems to consist of cheap housing projects. Where have all the flowers gone? These faces gazing boredly out of the windows of the housing projects aren’t hippies – they’re people.
Pretty disappointing people, too. They probably think The Doors are things you use to get in and out of a room. This is a pretty disappointing attitude. There is so much more to The Doors than just getting in and out of a room.

The gate to the cemetery is pretty disappointing. It’s just a gate. There’s nothing on it to say that this is Jim Morrison’s cemetery. It could be anybody’s cemetery. In fact it is anybody’s cemetery – there are quite a few people buried here who aren’t Jim Morrison.
The route to the grave is pretty disappointing. It’s just marked with arrows. Painted red arrows. I was expecting to see kind of statues of him, maybe indicating where his grave is.
I don’t mean that Jim should indicate where his grave is, that’s impossible. I mean the authorities should indicate where it is.
It’s a pretty disappointing attitude.
Jim’s grave is pretty disappointing. It’s just a grave. Sure, his name is on it. But there’s nothing about his tumultuous life or his music or his poetry on it.
I would have liked to sit quietly by Jim – tell him how much his music still influences people. I mean, I listen to it, and I know several other people who listen to it. Jim would like to hear that.
But the grave is so crowded. There are other people buried close by.  It’s a very disappointing atttitude.
*Based on a conversation I had with a pretty strange girl at the grave.