The Doors Really Were A Band Of

I Think I'm A Very Poor Piano Player.

The Doors Really Were A Band Of Potheads.

When You're Glad To Be Alive, Good Ideas Come. The Reason Good Ideas Don't Come Today Is Because We're All Bottled Up With Greed And Anger. We're Mad.

I Need Three Million Dollars To Make A Low-budget, Intellectual, Artistic, Exciting, Erotic Movie With A Great Soundtrack.

We Went On Stage With The Jefferson Airplane, Jim Started Singing With Grace Slick And Hugging Her. Then He Danced Off The Stage, Went Back Into The Dressing Room And Passed Out Cold.