Break on through to the other side, yeah!
Wait a sec – I’ve never even been to Paris!
What’s going on here??

That recent daft business about getting a message from the other side from John Lennon … well, that was just stupid. It had to be really stupid because not even Yoko would go for it.
But Jim Morrison, now that’s another ghost story altogether. No holding the Lizard King down. He’s got his Mojo workin’ again.

The photo (taken by Tom Petty, apparently) shows Hollywood resident and “rock’n'roll historian” [cough!] Brett Meisner standing at Morrison’s gravesite at the Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris back in 1997. And, holy doors of perception, there’s old Jim Morrison himself in the background!

Uncomfortable in death as in life, old leather pants, so-drunk-I’ll-just-pee-right-here-on-the-stage Jim Morrison has held daily parties for dozens of fans in the graveyard ever since they chucked him in a hole in July of ‘71. The French government wanted to evict him in 2001 when his 30-year lease expired, but when they went to see him he got them so stoned they forgot what they came for.

Lizard King stuck in Paris: Yes, that’s him, officer.

The paranormalcy website I saw runs the spooky-picture story through the usual mill … photograph and negative analysed by dozens of experts … ray of sunlight … trick of the eye … but – ah, yes, but – offers a lovingly surreal spin to the saga.
Word got out and Meisner was besieged. TV, radio, strangers in the night, and then a string of bad luck. He was told the photograph was “part of a curse” and he’d better find “a respectful way” of getting rid of it.
So get this: It’s now 2006, almost a decade after the picture was taken and a full four years since Jimbo was first spotted in the photo, and only now is Meisner “trying to find a private and reputable organisation to donate the photos and negative to, and “so far he has no takers“!

Erm … go on, then, I’ll take it. I can hang it up on the wall beside the photo of me in Lachaise cemetery being haunted by that poofta Oscar Wilde, who’s also buried there but keeps moaning around trying to be witty despite his very deceased condition.

This business about “poor old haunted Brett Meisner and his rotten rock-star-inflicted luck” sure takes on a different slant over at Meisner’s own website, RockAndRollBadboy.com. He’s downright gleeful about the picture, and flogs videos about it in among the ghastly photos of him with rock stars who ought to be dead (or perhaps they already are too – it’s not always easy to tell).

“I am not a person who is easily scared by anything,” Meisner crows dementedly. “I’ve kicked more ass than a cowboy and have taken more names than a Census clerk. However, what I uncovered tonight [this is what the site still says, but he’s talking about a night in 2002] has made me rethink my theory about ‘the monster in the closet’. I didn’t believe in ghosts or other ’supernatural’ things before tonight. While compiling my photo archives for some upcoming projects, my assistant produced a photo of me at Jim Morrison’s gravesite in France that was taken several years ago. I looked at this photo before, but I never noticed what I noticed tonight. In short, I am now very confused and possibly scared.”

The man clearly needs help, but not in the sense of being rescued from spirits.