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Jim Morrison’s ghost restless

By Eros Giancarlo Gucci ⋅ April 14, 1998 ⋅  Email this article ⋅  Print this article ⋅ Post a comment

FRANCE - Ever since sightings of Jim Morrison’s ghost wandering around his graveyard were reported two months ago, Pere Lachaise has been abuzz with devoted fans, skeptics and onlookers, who are all hoping to get a glimpse of the flamboyant rock star’s ghost.

Although the reports are unsubstantiated, many of Morrison’s fans believe that the fallen rocker, who died of a heart failure while soaking in a bath in 1971, is restless and wants to come back to life.

Devoted fan Jean-Paul Boudoisoinesse, 37, claims the ghost has spoken to him when he saw it while traipsing through the cemetery one night.

“I was just walking, and all of a sudden I turned around and saw him behind me,” said Boudoisoinesse. “He said, ‘Ride the snake’; I was absolutely enchanted.”

Boudoisoinesse leads a group of some 45 devoted Morrison fans who are clamoring for the exhumation of the rock star’s remains to get some bone tissue samples. They want to have Morrison cloned.

“It is what he wants, the only way to fulfill his wish,” said Boudoisoinesse, who is facing stern opposition from French authorities who are dismissing the idea of “bringing a dead heroine addict to life” as downright ridiculous.

bent*spud was extremely fortunate to chance upon Morrison’s ghost during one of its erratic apparitions. The ghost was surprisingly willing to speak with bent*spud and once and for all clarify matters.

JM: The days are bright and filled with pain… Enclose me in your gentle rain… The time you ran was too in-sane…

EGG: Mr. Morrison… Sir… Jim? Yuhoo?

JM: Huh? Oh… Hey there.

EGG: Mr. Morrison, is it really you?

JM: House upon the hill… Moon is lying still…

EGG: Well, I suppose it is you. Mr. Morrison, can I call you Jim? Mr. Morrison sounds too establishmentarian.

JM: Carnival dogs consume the lines… Can’t see your face in my mind…

EGG: Jim, why are you haunting this place? Does your soul need to be broken through to the other side?

JM: I’ve heard that one before.

EGG: Well, it is one of your big hits.

JM: Ah, yes… We chased our pleasures here. Dug our treasures there. Can you still recall the time we cried?

EGG: Jim, is it really true that you want to come back to life? Is it why you’re here?

JM: Yeah, I want to come back. It’s been a while, man… 27 years.

EGG: But how do you propose to do that? Do you plan to be reincarnated?

JM: Reincarnated? Hell no, I wouldn’t want to come back as a Dominican nun or a Chinese market vendor. I want to come back as me, Jim Morrison man! I know you guys can do that now. You know, take some stuff and clone it. I want to be cloned just like Dolly.

EGG: But Jim… That is completely unheard of. It is one thing to clone an animal, a living thing. But you… you’re dead.

JM: Awkward instant… And the first animal is jettisoned. Legs furiously pumping… Their stiff green gallop. And heads bob up…

EGG: So tell me Jim, why do you want to return? Do you want to continue where you left off with your music and poetry?

JM: No. I just want to try some of that crack-cocaine stuff. I hear it’s some heavy shit.

EGG: You’re not interested in resuscitating your career?

JM: The blue bus… is calling us… Driver, where are you taking us?

EGG: Wait, Jim… Don’t go yet.. I still have a few more questions. Jim…

JM: Come on baby, take a chance with us… And meet me at the back of the blue bus.

EGG: Wait! I want to know what you thought of Val Kilmer’s portrayal of yourself in that Oliver Stone movie about your band! Jim!

And Jim Morrison’s ghost quickly vanished into thin air.