Marianne Faithfull has accused her ex-boyfriend Jean de Breiteuil of causing Jim Morrison's death. In an interview with MOJO magazine, Faithfull recounts the summer of 1971 when she and de Breiteuil, a drug dealer, visited Paris. When he informed her that he was going to visit Morrison's apartment, Faithfull recalled feeling an ominous threat, which is why she decided to stay behind.
Rolling Stone magazine is under fire this week for its decision to put Boston Marathon bombing suspect Dzhokhar Tsarnaev on its cover. The cover image - a picture that Tsarnaev took of himself and that graced the front page of the New York Times recently - is being criticized by some readers for portraying the alleged terrorist as a "rock star." The portrait has drawn comparisons to a previous Rolling Stone cover featuring late Doors singer Jim Morrison.
With an overindulgent run of nearly two and a half months, it's surprising this series didn't OD like so many rock stars before it. Lord knows that recapping it for two, sometimes three, consecutive nights each week brought me closer to joining Jim Morrison in that bathtub in Paris than I've ever cared to be. And I didn't make it easy on myself tonight. On the finale, of all nights, I set the VCR and headed out to catch a wicked live set by lap-steel wiz Slo-Mo and Philly's underdog roots-rockers Marah. So it's very late, and I'm watching Brooke Burke introduce all the past contestants. Who are some of these people? Wil? Tara? Maybe it's the Rolling Rock still on my breath, but I don't remember them. And apparently INXS didn't remember how solid their fellow countryman MiG has been throughout the competition, 'cause they showed his Aussie ass the stage door. Which leaves us with the final two: Marty and J.D.
I guess a reality show without drama is kind of like a Doors reunion without Jim Morrison: Neither can be taken seriously. So in an attempt to keep it Real (World), this show is exploiting J.D.'s sycophantic comments Tuesday night for some tension. Sure, he kind of dissed his mates by implying they didn't know the INXS catalog, but he's trying to be a rock star, and arrogance is as essential as drunken, incoherent mumbling. Just ask Liam Gallagher. The real question, however, is will the guys in INXS want a lead singer who's been painted as a backstabber by their own show? That doesn't really spell "comeback," does it? Anyway, on to the bottom three. Neal, my early pick to win, is in danger of being sent home! What's with that? Looks like somebody besides Pete Townshend has tinnitus, and I reckon it could be me. Still, Neal's vicious performance of "Suicide Blonde" has frontman written
