Riders on the Storm: My Life with Jim Morrison and the Doors [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Music)
  • Author:  Densmore, John
  • Author:  Densmore, John
  • ISBN-10:  0385304471
  • ISBN-10:  0385304471
  • ISBN-13:  9780385304474
  • ISBN-13:  9780385304474
  • Publisher:  Delta
  • Publisher:  Delta
  • Pages:  368
  • Pages:  368
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Feb-1991
  • Pub Date:  01-Feb-1991
  • SKU:  0385304471-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0385304471-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100530908
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“This book is thereal story.”—Robby Krieger

“[John] Densmore's is the first Doors biography that feels like it was written for the right reasons, and it is easily the most informed account of the Doors' brief but brilliant life as a group. . . . Densmore is a fluent, articulate writer who both comprehends the Doors' unearthly power and is on familiar terms with their antecdedents in literature, theater, and myth.”Rolling Stone

“Well-written and touching . . . tells it all and tells it honestly.”The New York Times Book Review

“John Densmore'sRiders of the Storm is as good an account of the history of the Doors as has been printed to date.”USA Today

Riders on the Storm is very enjoyable, especially its homespun and self-experienced insights. John Densmore is a survivor and a seeker.”—Oliver Stone The first Doors biography that feels like it was written for the right reasons, and it is easily the most informed account of the Doors' brief but brilliant life as a group. --The New York Times Book ReviewJohn Densmore was the drummer of the rock band The Doors. He is also an author, playwright, dancer, and actor.BREAK ON THROUGH
 
Paris, 1975
 
It smelled like rain. I had hoped it would storm. Then we wouldn’t have had to see his grave. My heartbeat was increasing. I looked over at Robby, Danny, and Hervé in the car as we approached the cemetery. They all seemed to be nervously anticipating what was to come. The high thick walls looked ominous, as if they protected something ancient and mysterious inside.
 
As we rounded the entrance, a Chaplin-like gendarme waddled up to us and asked where we were headed.
 
“Do you know where Jim Morrison’s grave is?” I asked with trepil32

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