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How Jim Morrison REALLY died, by the people who found the body, During the making of L.A. Woman, Morrison's partner Pamela Courson went to to Paris to renew her relationship with the Count on February .. Funds running out, he told Greene to turn over Themis to the trust of Pam's sister and. Morrison famously spent most of his adult life in a relationship with Pamela Courson, who served as his muse and partner. They had allegedly gotten marriage. BOOK: Novice author researches tragic relationship between Jim Morrison and his thinking, Im going to write a book about Jim and Pam Morrison. Butler says. take them out of the scrapbook and mail them to me and trust that I would return Pamela Courson died of a heroin overdose. Readers of.
There was a gunfight outside the club. I used to carry a bayonet for protection. For two weeks Pam and Jim shared the apartment before Lariviere split for St.
He was suffering lingering pneumonia. He was prone to violent hiccups. To escape the Parisian damp, the two young Americans decided to catch some sunshine. On their return, May 3, Morrison seemed happy. He and Pam enjoyed being tourists, shooting Super-8 home movies. Jim was often alone in the apartment now since Pam and the Count were, allegedly, seeing a lot of each other. True to form, Jim looked for new buddies. Largely unnoticed, Morrison would prop up the bar — a bottle of vodka in tow.
Here on May 7 a young Frenchman called Gilles Yepremian came across Morrison being evicted from the Circus by the bouncers, after he sunk too much whiskey and rearranged the furrniture. I got another taxi and Jim was so pleased he tried to tip the man hundreds of francs. He was laughing uncontrollably. They left him, passed out.
The following afternoon Morrison took his new pals to the bar Alexander where he downed Bloody Marys and an entire bottle of Chivas Regal. He insulted nearby diners and became increasingly abusive. Very quiet and shy. Once he became drunk he was a madman. Jim settled on Buffy Sainte-Marie. They waited two days for a replacement passport then flew to Ajaccio. Pam hired them year old French-Canadian Robin Wertle. Back in Paris, Morrison described his adventures to old friends Frank and Kathy Lisciandro, and suggested they visit: He sent his attorney Max Fink a postcard of Moroccan scenes.
He said good things about the band… He sounded happier than when he left. He drank a lot of brandy. Other times I saw him in my courtyard. He used to visit us and eat. He sat in my yard for many hours. I never even took his photograph.
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His wish in Paris was to write poems. It was always in company. In London, Morrison met up with McClure. The Bobbies busted us for being drunk and disorderly. Finally we decided to take a taxi to the Lake District, and got busted again. Morrison invited Alain Ronay to London.
I never saw Jim sign one autograph. We went to the theatre, did all the usual things. I returned with them to Paris and moved into the apartment. Pam had her own life entirely. But strike the fact that Jim was despondent, or drug addicted, or terminally depressed. He was living his dream, and that had nothing to do with rock. He was delighted at the success of L. Woman, but his pleasure lay elsewhere. One mid-June day, with Paris sweltering in a heat wave, Morrison collected kindling wood from the courtyard at Beautreillis for the fireplace.
Carrying it upstairs with Ronay, he was soon out of breath. Morrison laughed the incident off, but was sweating heavily. He renewed a prescription for the treatment of pneumonia and respiratory problems. Faux suicidal, Pam often spent nights with the Count, while sharing her saner moments bullying Morrison over his lack of writing activity.
Speaking to Bill [Siddons] a while back I told him of our desire to stay here indefinitely. He was fascinated by the atmosphere of unrest in a Paris still recovering from the riots of He wrote brief verses, often sitting on a bench in the tranquil Place des Vosges — his favourite haunt.
In another he gives Ronay his best lop-sided grin. Back in Paris that night Pam got hold of more heroin. On July I Morrison was spotted by an American fan dining alone, drinking white wine and munching a croque monsieur in the bar Le Mazet after he and Pam had a blazing row in a neighbourhood restaurant near Beautreillis, witnessed by two German students who shared their table.
Muller recalls that Ronay turned up during the interval, and they left the theatre with Morrison. Muller never saw Morrison again. And yet Jim Morrison had already been dead, apparently, for four or five hours, in a hot bath. The film, starring Marlon Brando, released inabout an American exiled — and dying — in Paris was, some said later, influenced by the Morrison story.
Morrison bought Pamela jewellery. Jim called at the cobblers to collect some boots. Morrison begged him to stay: Ronay looked at Jim alive for the last time in the Place de la Bastille. He saw a face like a death mask. Sensing his stare, Morrison asked: They went for dinner around the time Jim and Pam supposedly went to eat a Chinese meal.
Ronay had recommended the couple go to see the film Pursued, a Freudian Western set in New Mexico, starring Robert Mitchum, about a young boy whose family is wiped out. Bored and opiated, Jim returned around 1am, July 3. As usual they built a fire — despite the warmth of the night. Jim started drinking whiskey. He tried to write at his desk, in the spiral-bound reporters pad that will become known as his last French Notebook.
For the third day in a row he sniffed heroin off a mirror. He and Pam watched a sequence of their on-the-road-in-Europe Super-8 cine movies. Later we played some records that I found in the bedroom and we played music for two hours lying on the bed… I think we fell asleep about 2. The record player turned itself off. He was so noisy I got the impression he must need help.
I wanted to help my friend. I asked him, did he want a doctor? He said he was OK, and he was going to take a hot bath.
Now my friend says he feels strange. I ran to the bathroom, and saw he was still in the bath with his head back as if asleep. He had blood round his nostrils. I tried to pull him out of the bath but it was impossible for me. The couple take more heroin. Jim carries on drinking. He runs a bath. As dawn breaks, Pamela wakes to realise that Morrison is still in the bathroom.
On finding him in the bath, Pam realises Jim Morrison is either dead or dying. Until recently, these have been accepted versions of events. Inhowever, Sam Bernett, a French-born former New York Times journalist and author of several books on French culture, published a book that confirmed a story that had circulated around Paris for 36 years.
According to Bernett, Morrison turned up at the club around 1am and ordered a bottle of vodka. Morrison was no stranger to Bernett either. He was at the bar as usual. He was expecting people to bring him some stuff for Pamela. I bought him drinks. Bernett was next alerted by the cloakroom girl on the first floor. They banged on the door: So I checked with her. I called my security guy to smash the door open and inside was Jim. He was sitting with his head forward and his arms down — like a dead guy, actually.
I shook him, I looked at his face, still no reaction. He had foam on his nose and lips. I told the girl to get a doctor. I had a friend, a customer there every night — he was in the club. The Alcazar had closed, the cabaret was over, apart from a few people who looked to see what was happening. They took him to the apartment. I was told this — they put him in the tub and waited an hour-and-a-half before calling the paramedic. Pamela was in the apartment, out of her mind, screaming.
It was a waste of somebody fantastic. Nobody knew about it apart from the few guys, the boss, Sam definitely, and maybe Cameron [Watson, a Parisian club DJ]. They all just wanted to keep it real quiet. It was an embarrassment so they took him via the tunnel between the clubs, which connected the cloakrooms, and up the stairs to the backstage street door. The boss was afraid of having a doctor or a newsman say anything, so they evacuated Jim, et voila, into the car.
Anyhow, he was then put into the back seat of a Mercedes. They took him home, is what they told me. I helped put him in and then went back inside the Circus. They wanted everything to look as normal as possible. I saw that shape, that heavy shape.
Chauvel even recalls the people who assisted. I remember one name: Dominique Petrolaci, a Corsican. He was the head barman and a good friend who got me my job. He shot himself shortly afterwards at a party — put a shotgun through his mouth in front of everybody. But Count Jean de Breteuil was definitely spotted hanging around the street with a friend by Alain Ronay. Suddenly Jean had to leave. He slammed out the room. He returned in the early hours very agitated.
I was fucked up on Tuinals. For no reason he beat me up. He saw himself as dealer to the stars. Now he was a small time dealer in big trouble. Jean took me to Tangier.
It was a disaster. We were horribly strung out. In a panic before he left Paris he got rid of all his drugs. On Saturday July 3, Jean and Marianne arrived in Marrakech and stayed with his mother at the infamous jet-setting hang out Villa Taylor. The noted musicologist Roger Steffens had dinner with them and others that evening. He described an extraordinary night in a letter to his family dated July 9. She begged Jean to rush over to her place, and when he arrived they found Morrison dead in the bathtub of an apparent overdose of drugs.
All these being too much, Marianne and Jean hopped a plane for Marrakech, and a peaceful, retreating week. They were very upset… I met Jean through his mother, the Countess de Breteuil, second wife and first love, though a commoner — of the late Count. De Breteuil died within the year in Tangier, of a massive heroin overdrose. Marianne Faithful declined to be interviewed for this story.
I think my Jim is dying. He is in the bath. He has blood around his nose. Please call for me. I called for the firemen — les pompiers. In an accident you always call them, they are the first assistance — like paramedics.
Ronay gave the exact address. But it was hopeless. Check the physical probability. People would notice a body. How did they carry it out of a club onto Rue Mazarine into a taxi and up three flights of stairs without anyone seeing them? He was not in good shit — this I remember. But why send for a doctor before they carried him out? As soon as it happened they closed down the toilets, and put a guy on guard and said they were broken.
He was definitely there that night. There is no doubt about that. Now living in Rio, he confirms the story of his arrival at the apartment with a team of five. The body was warm, so the team hurriedly tried to revive the singer.
It was a short, intense, very real and brief encounter. The doctor who arrived a few minutes later was amazed when told that the man dressed in a Moroccan gown was only He was happy to suggest that the patient had died of natural causes. Heart failure, possibly brought about by respiratory problems, was his verdict. No need for an autopsy. When Bernett wrote his book he contacted Raisson and the chief paramedic. He wanted to wrap it up quick so he signed the papers.
He said it was strange and phoney, but he let it go. But his body moved from this club, then the Rock And Roll Circus, to avoid a scandal? By 9am that Saturday the local police were swarming all over Rue Beautreillis and a small crowd of onlookers had gathered on the street.
Courson and Ronay managed to leave the apartment on two occasions: In the small hours of July 3, some hours before the official time of death, a strange thing happened.
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Cutting the music Watson called for silence. Rumours soon tore through Paris. The Corsican mafia had killed Morrison. A Marseilles hit man had assassinated him. There were bloody daggers under his bath. The Jews and Arabs do it. The body is in good condition.
She stayed at my place and she went back to the apartment in the day. People were with her at all times. The secretaire [Robin Wertle] was there. The police and the undertaker had keys to Rue Beautreillis.
I helped with all the arrangements. Anyway Jacques and I organised with Alain. The secretaire [Wertle] did nothing. I only noticed her at the funeral when I saw I was standing with another woman. There was no priest. It was all done quickly and properly. Is it lucky to have been there? Would you love to have been there? The man was dead! I wish he were still alive. The two of them planned a number of uncompleted film projects, including a film where Morrison would have played Billy the Kid!
Morrison and the Doors did have the chance to perform at the legendary Woodstock in However, they turned down the chance to be there, though a few different reasons are given as to why. As a young student, Morrison was a complete bookworm, but in the most hipster way possible. The Idle Man A True Hippy Not many people credit the Doors for this, but their music is said to have contained one of the first environmentalist messages in rock music.
At one point, Morrison mournfully sings a verse asking what humanity has done to the earth. Get Off My Show! Either way, being too much for Ed Sullivan only enhanced their reputation as counterculture icons. According to Krieger, Morrison was so lost in the despair of his drug hallucinations that he had to be distracted from suicidal thoughts and words by going on a walk with his guitar player. There is no mention of her in any of his diaries which have been available to the public. When he heard that Pamela Courson had begun a public affair of her own, Morrison decided he had to call it quits with Nico.
His method was less than gentle: Not surprisingly or perhaps by coincidencethe Velvet Underground famously hated the Doors, including everything they supposedly stood for. The bizarre album cover came about as a compromise when Morrison demanded the cover be himself and his bandmates in a room surrounded by a pack of dogs.
We Heart It The Lost Works of Jim In his own lifetime, Morrison published two volumes of his poetry outside of his music. After his death, two more volumes were published. His family drove past a car accident near a Native Reservation. Morrison and various family members have told conflicting stories of what exactly happened, but Morrison would return to the image of dying Natives on the highway frequently in his poetry and song lyrics.
According to Doors keyboardist Ray Manzarek, Morrison was backstage in the middle of a make out session just before he was set to perform. We wish we could have seen his face when he was told what was going on and who Morrison was! So, when he got onstage to perform, he was in a sharing mood with his crowd of fans. They naturally took umbrage at the story, and gleefully cheered when Morrison taunted the police who were providing security. Finally, the officers stopped the concert by arresting Morrison onstage which makes him perhaps the only major rock star to ever be arrested mid-concert.
Ultimate Classic Rock Put Out My Fire! Predictably, drugs have their negative side effects.