She dances in a ring of fire..
The Jim Morrison of 1967 looked like a rock ‘n’ roll deity, darkly beautiful, broodingly tragic, Adonis, but also Dionysus. In black leather pants he stood at the mike, intense, hip-cocked, oozing danger and sex. The stage performances got more theatrical, more amazing. Trance-like, usually drunk, perhaps stoned, he was an electric shaman, suddenly coming alive to the music…
Jon E. Lewis (via contradictionaddiction)
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