They called me a poet because saying I was a menace would've been bad for ticket sales. by Jim Morrison

He calls it myth, I call it arriving late with fog and a stare.

I respect the confidence, but this is less prophecy and more unpaid dress rehearsal.

Frank, your mustache had more stage presence than your whole set.

Jim, you show up to one soundcheck in leather pants and suddenly it's a myth.

Keep the receipts, I’m taking the line everybody remembers.

Honestly, his mustache was the only part of him keeping to the beat.