Room 32

By D. R. Haney

Nonfiction

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The idea, I thought, was a simple one: rent for a night the West Hollywood motel room where Jim Morrison lived on and off for three years, hold a séance with a few friends, and afterward throw a party. It seemed a fitting homage to Morrison, a party-hardy mystic who believed himself possessed by the spirit of a Pueblo Indian he had seen as a boy while traveling through New Mexico and happening upon the aftermath of a deadly accident. Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding, he famously wrote of the incident in “Newborn Awakening,” his poem set to music by his band, the Doors, seven years after he died. Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.

 

Please explain what just happened.

My heart skipped a beat and stopped for a brief second. The rain is falling. People are driving by. Life goes on whether you are ready or not, so you better live it.

Please explain what just happened.

Well… I just had a radio interview for The Everything Film Show on blogtalkradio… was good fun!

 

What is your earliest memory?

My earliest memory was back in England as a toddler and those double-decker busses. I always wanted to climb to the top deck but my mom wouldn’t let me because she was afraid I’d fall down the steps.