QUOTE(billyd @ Feb 23 2007, 04:33 AM)

i've been finishing my basement for the last 5 weeks... hauling and hanging sheetrock, taping, mudding, sanding, painting... i finally had a break tonight to drink some beers and enjoy the progress and the sound of my newly installed in-ceiling speakers. i haven't laid carpet yet so it has that solid natural reverb sound. after 6 beers and a few tokes of some crystalized red hair pot, i threw in the DVD-A of the doors first album, cranked it from my new 7.1 receiver, 4 JBL in-ceiling speaks, a couple surrounds and sub... with the recess lighting down low, feeling pretty fuckin good, using my beer bottle as a microphone, i couldn't help but start singing my ass off to the lyrics, spinning around like a fuckin lunatic. sounded great bellowing throughout the lower level of my house. song after song i was getting more and more inspired, the volume was getting louder and louder, jims words were flowing threw me like never before, revelating through the usual troubled spots like nothing, feeling the energy of what it'd be like to be there generating an audience into a crazed frenzy... after 'the end' what better way to start off again than with the strange days dvd-a ~ bam - all the way through - man all that work to get my basement done, hang these speaks, fuckin crank 'em, it was all paying off... "...turn out the light, turn out the light..." fuck it, go grab LA Woman disc and sing to 'riders' on my 15th beer and 20th toke of some damn good shit - then start it back to track 1, changeling, keep going, this is awesome. i started to realize that, who would really give a shit to watch and hear me bellowing these amazing words and melodies out, even though, god damn that sounds good, echoing 40 feet across my basement, sound was everywhere, trying 110% to capture the nuances of jims vocals... who would give a red rats ass? i can probably sing just as good as any of those people crying to get the gig, but shit, i wouldn't even wanna see me up there. i could feel myself moving and singing certain things that would erupt scrutiny amongst the masses - i'd probably rip on myself if i were in the audience. so, the question and my point being... what the fuck makes you think you're worthy of the god damned job??
*general comment - not directed at you 'fantasticcircus'*
yeah we all think we have a little Jim morrison in us and the problem would be it would be way to much if you were to sing with the remaining Doors. I know I would be "trying" to do all the tricks and trades that Morrison invented.