Other Writing

The legend of the "Lizard King" often acts as a shroud, obscuring the awkward, sweating, and painfully shy young man who haunted the Sunset Strip in 1966. To understand the art, one must confront the "process"—the messy, unpolished reality of the Whisky a Go Go. This was not a shamanic birth; it was a student’s labor. We look past the leather-clad swagger to find the "Good Boy" who sought a father’s approval and the "Shy Guy" who had to steal his fire from a namesake.

The Two Morrisons

A Study...

History has painted Pamela Courson as the “cosmic mate,” the fragile, strawberry-blonde muse who stood faithfully in the shadow of the rock star. The reality was far bloodier. Their love was not a flower-child romance; it was a pact of mutual assured destruction.

When Oliver Stone built his cinematic cathedral to the “Lizard King” in 1991, he created a myth of a solitary god breaking on through. He erased the brutal symmetry of the dyad. Pamela was not merely a passive observer of Morrison’s...

My favorite early Led Zeppelin albums are neither I nor II; they feel like the logical endpoint of the Yardbirds’ “white boys” blues era, a dazzling but borrowed fire. For me, the first truly astonishing Zeppelin records are III and IV—the moment when the imitation finally collapses and something darker, more self‑invented steps through. I prefer them when they stop trying to be the best blues band in London and start acting like the architects of their own mythos—why settle for a loud...

My discovery of the location of her last club gigs.