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Classic Rock Cooking with #SingleMomQuarantine: Bon Appétit’s Coconut-Apple-Ginger Dal paired with Jim Morrison’s cryptic bootleg love song “Orange County Suite”
“[Pamela] had a couple of real bad acid trips that left her kind of unbalanced early on and Jim was always aware of that tender line of Pamela’s mind. Somehow he just needed to take care of her. Actually it was quite touching.” -Eva Gardonyi, This Affair of Ours.
I purposefully avoid writing about The Doors for fear of obsession. This may seem abstract to the average music fan. I avoid listening to their albums because I can and will fall into a hole. It becomes compulsive. Every word. Every note. Every cryptic message.
I visited Paris, alone, with only an ipod and a sad pair of walking shoes. I walked from his grave to the flat where he was found dead. Shortly after I moved to Joshua Tree, I discovered footage of Jim driving up “the grade” (a steep hill separating the high desert from Coachella Valley) into my neighborhood. There are Facebook Groups who spend days trying to identify the exact Joshua Tree gas station in this footage, an approximate four minute walk from my (then) house.
