The Doors’ frontman isn’t his usual shamanistic self in this photo.
He’s not swayin’, groovin’, walking on ledges or throwing his body around in this photograph. Not even singing or mumbling poetic verses. He’s just there, lying down, his thick curly hair a mop on a few wooden planks and his body curled in a fetal position.
Is he praying? Internalizing? Or just plain drunk?
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