The Doors Really Were A Band Of

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.

The Only Thing That Ultimately Matters Is To Eat An Ice-cream Cone, Play A Slide Trombone, Plant A Small Tree, Good God, Now You're Free.

The Doors Movie Is A Pack Of Lies. It Did Not Make Money. You Want To Make Money In America? Tell The Truth.

I'm Basically A Cocktail Jazz Kind Of Pianist. I'll Be The First To Admit That I'm Not A Very Good Keyboard Player. People Think I Think I'm Good. I Think I'm A Very Poor Piano Player.

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