But there are still fun things to do. Like...
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If you're still able to blow the legal limit or slightly over - don't worry if you blow a little high, the cops here will probably let you walk because you're a tourist - and you're a fan of music...
...and by music - I don't mean Toby Keith, racist fuckwit Hank Williams Jr., won't come out of the closet Kenny Chesney, beyond overrated Garth Brooks, or lap dancer Shania Twain!
I mean music! Down and dirty bluesy rock and roll! Roadhouse Blues shit!
Well, put on your best pair of cutoff jeans and hop in your little dick compensating four-wheeler that never leaves the road, and head to the Morrison House in downtown Pensacola.
Just don't fly your confederate flag in the part of town that you're venturing into. It won't be received well.
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This is where Admiral George Stephen Morrison was giving it to Mrs. Morrison in his cousin's basement and wound up creating the Lizard King, Jim Morrison! Mr. Mojo Risin'!
Morrison was typical of all Admirals in their posed photos. They look like a giant Palmetto bug was crawling up their ass.
Constructed in 1906 by Mabel Lewis, this frame vernacular structure was the home of generations of the Morrison family, including the parents of James Douglas (Jim) Morrison, the lead singer for The Doors. Before Robert Bruce (R.B.) and Frances Morrison purchased the building in 1932, it had been used as a tea house and as a speakeasy during Prohibition. In 1942, R.B. offered the basement apartment to his cousin George Stephen (Steve) Morrison and his wife Clara Clark Morrison. While in Pensacola, Steve, a U.S. Naval Academy graduate, completed his flight training at the Naval Air Station. Steve and Clara moved to Melbourne, Florida, a few months before Jim was born on December 8, 1943.
Jim Morrison went on to become the front man for The Doors - a band with their blend of dark psychedelic rock and blues that became so popular that it still sells millions of albums a year, and long ago achieved Rock and Roll legendary and almost mythical status.
But he's probably best known...unfortunately... for supposedly flashing his dick at a Miami audience.
Maybe he had an excuse...
A case was brought against him only after newspaper articles recounted the alleged events at the concert, based on a complaint filed by an employee of the state attorneys office who attended the concert. Morrison's attorneys were prevented from presenting evidence of “community standards” of other rock performances of the era.
The jury convicted Morrison of indecent exposure and open profanity, though he was cleared of a felony count of lewd and lascivious behavior and public drunkenness.
He was sentenced to six months in jail, but died two years later at age 27 in Paris while the case was under appeal.
Admiral Morrison was not a fan of his son's music...
He wrote a letter to his son, urging him “to give up any idea of singing or any connection with a music group because of what I consider to be a complete lack of talent in this direction.”
He was describing this album:
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Not a hit on the son of a bitch!
Not only did the Admiral have shit taste in music - he was probably more of a Ray Coniff kind of guy, but typical of control freak, tyrannical, military fathers - he was not a fan of his own son:
On the rare occasions that Morrison spoke of his childhood, he described it as “an open sore” – painful and best kept under wraps. The Admiral gave Jim the middle name “Douglas” after General Douglas MacArthur, in hopes that his son would follow in his footsteps. He would be severely disappointed. By a long fucking shot!
George Stephen Morrison went on to earn his first star at the young age of 47. Five years later he was the keynote speaker at the decommissioning ceremony for Bon Homme Richard in Washington D.C. the same day his son Jim, the rock icon, died in Paris, France at age 27 after years of drug and alcohol abuse.
But here's an interesting fact about the Admiral:
What is not as well known is that then-Captain George Stephen Morrison was the commander of US Naval forces at the time of the Gulf of Tonkin Incident that gave the Johnson Administration the justification they needed to enter the Vietnam War.
A Fidel Castro Cuban cigar to anyone who knows what music connection continues to link the two dead Morrisons together!
THIS IS THE END
The next stormy day I'll give you directions to Brownsville where you buy all of your tourist treasures to take home with you. Make sure you fly the Confederate flag on that visit!
MAHALO
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