Jim Morrison and the 27 Club

So I finally found the interview that had bits of me talking about Jim Morrison.  It is up on youtube and I finally got to see it!  I had been interviewed by a film crew about Altamont ( that was never aired ).  Once they found out I had known Jim Morrison they filmed me about him. It was aired on VH1 and was part of a series called Rock and Roll Confidential. The episode which included yours truly had been aired about the conspiracy theory that Jim Morrison had possibly faked his death and was still alive.
In the interview I mentioned that Jim had not liked being a rock star. I mentioned ( though they edited this out ) that he had commented to me that he had felt like a "whore" because he was working as a rock star rather than as a poet. I was a struggling poet at the time so I guess that made me tres cool in his normally jaded eyes. Ironically, I prefer Jim's lyrics to his poetry. And I don't consider myself to be a poet as much nowadays as I consider myself to be a songwriter ( though, to be honest, I mainly consider myself to be a writer of fantasy ).
In the interview I also mention that I don't believe Jim would have faked his death unless Pamela Courson, the love of his life, had faked her death also. I only met her once. She was stunningly beautiful in a haunting pre-Raphael painting sort of way. She suffered from clinical depression as a unipolar. Jim was cocky, arrogant, intelligent and cynical. Except, that is, for that one time when he introduced me to Pamela. He was humble. He was like a little boy. He was head over heels in love with her and couldn't believe that she was with him. It was the last time I saw him. I don't know how long it was until he moved to Paris. Regardless of how he died I always felt good about his decision to quit his rock and roll "job" and become the poet he always knew he was.
Jim died at 27. It is a strange age for a number of rock musicians/singers who have died at that oh so young age. Besides Jim Morrison I had the privilege of having known two others who were members of that sinister 27 club: Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix. I met all three of these people in Haight Ashbury in the late 60s. I then saw Jim in L.A. and Jimi in Seattle. Except for once ( the last time I saw her, in Laguna Beach ) I saw Janis in San Francisco.
Jim introduced me to a friend as one of his best friends ( I had always felt Jim had been more of a casual friend but I reckon being a starving poet got me props ). Janis was an acquaintance who was almost a friend ( she said she would look me up in Hollywood when she got back from Port Arthur and we would then become friends. I heard, after she passed, that she had asked about me prior to her death but I did not see her again after Laguna and before Port Arthur ). Jimi was a best friend, he was my soul brother, the big brother I never had. I will write more about them at a later date. They all died at the age of 27 and that was just too damn young to lose them. The public lost icons and legends. I lost 3 peers, a close friend, a casual friend and an almost friend-acquaintance. I will always miss them. I will treasure the memories of our conversations.