The first time I went to Paris, in late August of 1988, I was nineteen years old. I had never expected that I would travel so far. None of it felt real. I visited the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and the Louvre. Then I visited the place I most wanted to see: Jim Morrison's grave in Père LaChaise cemetery. His music and poetry had helped me through my turbulent high school years.
Yes, he was crazy, but he was more than just a drunk avant garde poet. He was an idea, a strange one, much like the imagination of Lovecraft or the science fiction of Wells and Verne. The same goes for the music of the Doors. People call it overrated, I still haven't heard anything even close to it. Of course, this romanticism and mystery is lost in our post music post irony age of incoherent social media. Also, I want to visit Paris at least once in my life.