This is to be read after "The Bugatti Veyron in L.A.!" for continuity.
With all this excitement and sensory overload i was starting to get a mild, not heavy headache, so i ask her if she could find a chemist so i could get some headache pills(aspirin), she said that was no problem and as we were no longer on the freeway she said she would keep to the speed limit, i thought to myself, "well that would be a first", we seemed to have gone a LONG way in such a short time period.
We pull up to the chemist, i go in, i locate these aforementioned pills, grab them quickly, i head for the counter only to find that there are two people already ahead of me,...shit, and then i hear the lady behind the counter call Mr. Densmore, I think Densmore, not a common name, I know that name!, it couldn't possibly be..... wasn't that the surname of the drummer from The Doors........ah,.....Jim Morrison!
Is this really the great drummer from the Doors John Densmore waiting ahead of me in line at the fu*king chemist?.......,I have to take a look and see, so i casually, as much as a man of my size can, gradually sidled up to this "Mr.Densmore"?........ and sure as sharks shit in the sea, it is indeed "The" John Densmore, how cool!
I'm more than abit blown away, i think their (The Doors) place in musical history is undoubtedly written in solid gold in American and even World musical history, and I am sure they were the catalyst to many bands forming and in some cases being apart of the musical continuum themselves, i.e. Iggy Pop directly indicates this to be true in his case!
So I said nothing to the man, merely observing what now is in reality, an old and rather frail & slightly stooping individual, i wouldn't think that playing drums as long as he has wouldn't be the best thing for your posture long-term, he maybe never thought he'd get old?........like Jim, Mr Densmore clearly has had many many experiences and in time has grown old as we all do and will, though whenever i've seen him in the music video's he's so young, the difference today is just the reality of time, and it (time) waiting for no-one!.
He paid for his drugs,(I'M sure that never happened when he was younger!) not sure what they were as they came from BEHIND the counter, i briefly watch him move towards me like as if time slowed down, he glances momentarily at me, i'm looking right at him as we both give each other a knowing and acknowledging smile, nothing is said, and nothing is to be said to people like John, they don't really want to interact with people who they haven't known for years, or aren't of value knowing in the first place, he passes beside me on my left side, glancingly brushing my elbow in passing on his way to the exit.
-To Be Cont.