<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015</id><updated>2012-01-18T20:58:48.498+02:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='print'/><category term='kafası'/><category term='logo-type'/><category term='wall'/><category term='pastafarian'/><category term='magazine'/><category term='text'/><category term='ganzfeld series'/><category term='photography'/><category term='progressive'/><category term='video'/><category term='design'/><category term='music'/><category term='scrap'/><category term='ilan'/><category term='poster'/><category term='clients'/><category term='website'/><category term='kino'/><category term='blog'/><category term='book'/><category term='multimedia'/><category term='va'/><title type='text'>Dar Vakitler</title><subtitle type='html'>buğdaysız pamuksuz ilaçsız</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-8562460363779648441</id><published>2011-01-23T22:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:32:24.930+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>barista</title><content type='html'>Sena just unlocked the Barista badge! Congrats - you've checked in at 5 different Starbucks! Be sure to pick up a double tall latte for your friend - I'm sure they'd do the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Foursquare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mukemmel bir dil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-8562460363779648441?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/8562460363779648441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=8562460363779648441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/8562460363779648441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/8562460363779648441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2011/01/barista.html' title='barista'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-3939357075123002113</id><published>2011-01-20T03:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T03:58:12.183+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>quotes</title><content type='html'>The man with no imagination has no wings." -Muhammad Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere."- Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-3939357075123002113?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/3939357075123002113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=3939357075123002113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3939357075123002113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3939357075123002113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2011/01/quotes.html' title='quotes'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-2053571637887912891</id><published>2011-01-10T03:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T03:46:49.117+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>On Kubrick</title><content type='html'>Jack Nicholson:&lt;div&gt;"Everybody pretty much acknowledges he's the Man and I still feel that underrates him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-2053571637887912891?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/2053571637887912891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=2053571637887912891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/2053571637887912891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/2053571637887912891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-kubrick.html' title='On Kubrick'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-3580091162752714661</id><published>2011-01-03T01:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:54:04.979+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>tip. top. toe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Try Again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Fail again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Fail better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;make love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;get fucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;fb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-3580091162752714661?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/3580091162752714661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=3580091162752714661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3580091162752714661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3580091162752714661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2011/01/tip-top-toe.html' title='tip. top. toe.'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-3169433145693549849</id><published>2010-12-04T02:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T03:02:09.104+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>When you are strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belgesel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zihin açıcı, âkil parlatıcı.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Da Scripta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:20,000 --&gt; 00:02:23,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Yes, I am, I'm just a love man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:23,000 --&gt; 00:02:25,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Let me tell you somethin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:25,000 --&gt; 00:02:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Which one of you, girls, want me to hold you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:28,000 --&gt; 00:02:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Which one of you, girls, want me to kiss you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:31,000 --&gt; 00:02:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Which one of you, girls, want me to take you out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:34,000 --&gt; 00:02:38,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Go on, I got you, gonna knock you all night, 'cause, baby, I'm a love man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:38,000 --&gt; 00:02:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is Jim Ladd of KLOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:40,000 --&gt; 00:02:43,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a special bulletin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:43,000 --&gt; 00:02:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Rock music fans all over the world are in mourning today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:46,000 --&gt; 00:02:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim Morrison, lead singer of The Doors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:49,000 --&gt; 00:02:52,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; was found dead in his Paris apartment this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:52,000 --&gt; 00:02:55,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; French authorities attribute the cause of death to a heart attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:55,000 --&gt; 00:02:59,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Morrison was 27 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:02:59,000 --&gt; 00:03:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Goodbye, Jim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:03:00,000 --&gt; 00:03:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We'll miss you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:03:58,000 --&gt; 00:04:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim Morrison was buried today in Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:04:03,000 --&gt; 00:04:04,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The coffin was sealed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:04:04,000 --&gt; 00:04:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and only his girlfriend, Pamela Courson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:04:06,000 --&gt; 00:04:10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and The Doors' manager were in attendance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:04:10,000 --&gt; 00:04:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; With his passing, the future of The Doors remains uncertain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:04:14,000 --&gt; 00:04:17,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm Jim Ladd on 95.5 KLOS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:04:17,000 --&gt; 00:04:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and I'll be here all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:04:19,000 --&gt; 00:04:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; as we pay tribute to one of America's most original and influential...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:04:49,000 --&gt; 00:04:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The sixties begin with a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:04:57,000 --&gt; 00:05:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The civil rights movement intensifies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:07,000 --&gt; 00:05:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The war in Vietnam gets bigger and bloodier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:11,000 --&gt; 00:05:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "President Johnson, meanwhile, let it be known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:14,000 --&gt; 00:05:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; that the FBI is closely watching all anti-war activities".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:22,000 --&gt; 00:05:25,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The youth movement catches fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:25,000 --&gt; 00:05:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; making everyone over 30 a cultural enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:29,000 --&gt; 00:05:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The days of Ricky Nelson and "Leave It To Beaver" are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:32,000 --&gt; 00:05:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "I have nothing against kissing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:34,000 --&gt; 00:05:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But these friends of yours, Penny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:36,000 --&gt; 00:05:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They want to kiss you all night!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:44,000 --&gt; 00:05:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The establishment resists,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:46,000 --&gt; 00:05:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but a genuine counter-culture is growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:51,000 --&gt; 00:05:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; For some, psychedelics like LSD open the doors of perception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:56,000 --&gt; 00:05:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Gate Is Straight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:57,000 --&gt; 00:05:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Deep And Wide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:58,000 --&gt; 00:05:59,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Break On Through To The Other Side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:05:59,000 --&gt; 00:06:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A massive cultural earthquake is splitting the country wide open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:06,000 --&gt; 00:06:10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And out of the crack steps a band called The Doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:10,000 --&gt; 00:06:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ≠ Name?- Robby Krieger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:13,000 --&gt; 00:06:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Age? - 22 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:16,000 --&gt; 00:06:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Occupation? - Guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:18,000 --&gt; 00:06:21,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  - Name? - John Densmore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:21,000 --&gt; 00:06:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Age? - 23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:22,000 --&gt; 00:06:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Occupation? - Percussionist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:24,000 --&gt; 00:06:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  - Name?- Raymond Daniel Manzarek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:27,000 --&gt; 00:06:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Age? - Born 2/12/39.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:30,000 --&gt; 00:06:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Occupation? - Musician, organist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:34,000 --&gt; 00:06:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  - Name?- Uh... Jim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:37,000 --&gt; 00:06:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Occupation? - Um...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:45,000 --&gt; 00:06:50,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim Morrison is the oldest son of a decorated navy officer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:50,000 --&gt; 00:06:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; At 16, he's already reading Nietzsche, Rimbaud and William Blake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:06:57,000 --&gt; 00:07:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He's also obsessed with Elvis Presley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:02,000 --&gt; 00:07:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; One teacher sends home a note scolding him as "self-centered".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:07,000 --&gt; 00:07:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He goes to three colleges before attending the film school at UCLA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:12,000 --&gt; 00:07:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; One of his friends there is Ray Manzarek,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:14,000 --&gt; 00:07:17,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who's also playing keyboards in his brother's surf band,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:17,000 --&gt; 00:07:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Rick and The Ravens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:19,000 --&gt; 00:07:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray started with classical piano,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:22,000 --&gt; 00:07:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but quickly turned on to jazz and Chicago blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;64&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:28,000 --&gt; 00:07:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim, too, had an affinity for the blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:31,000 --&gt; 00:07:33,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They shared a common interest in cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:33,000 --&gt; 00:07:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They were also dropping acid several times a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;67&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:37,000 --&gt; 00:07:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim makes one film at UCLA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:40,000 --&gt; 00:07:43,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It earns him a D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:43,000 --&gt; 00:07:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He skips his graduatio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:45,000 --&gt; 00:07:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and tells Ray he's moving to New York City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;71&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:51,000 --&gt; 00:07:53,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But a few months later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:53,000 --&gt; 00:07:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray runs into Jim at the beach in Venice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;73&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:56,000 --&gt; 00:07:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He's been living on someone's roof&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:07:57,000 --&gt; 00:08:01,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and writing songs for a rock concert he hears in his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;75&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:01,000 --&gt; 00:08:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray asks him to sing one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;76&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:03,000 --&gt; 00:08:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim hesitates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;77&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:05,000 --&gt; 00:08:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Then he sings Moonlight Drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:08,000 --&gt; 00:08:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Let's Swim To The Moon, Uh-Huh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;79&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:12,000 --&gt; 00:08:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Let's Climb Through The Tide...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:14,000 --&gt; 00:08:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray is impressed by the poetry of his lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;81&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:18,000 --&gt; 00:08:21,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They decide to start a band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;82&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:21,000 --&gt; 00:08:25,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim's already chosen a name from a poem by William Blake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:25,000 --&gt; 00:08:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "If the doors of perception were cleansed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;84&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:28,000 --&gt; 00:08:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; everything would appear to man as it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;85&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:32,000 --&gt; 00:08:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; infinite".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;86&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:40,000 --&gt; 00:08:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim moves in with Ray and his girlfriend, Dorothy Fujikawa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:45,000 --&gt; 00:08:47,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray invites someone from his meditation class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;88&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:47,000 --&gt; 00:08:50,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; to come jam with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;89&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:50,000 --&gt; 00:08:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; John Densmore brings his friend, Robby Krieger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:54,000 --&gt; 00:08:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim loves his bottleneck slide so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:08:57,000 --&gt; 00:09:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; he wants to use it on every song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;92&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:09:03,000 --&gt; 00:09:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Robby and John like his lyrics more than his voice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;93&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:09:07,000 --&gt; 00:09:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but something about their lead singer pulls them in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;94&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:09:12,000 --&gt; 00:09:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In the summer of 1965, The Doors are born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;95&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:09:18,000 --&gt; 00:09:21,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim had never sung before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;96&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:09:21,000 --&gt; 00:09:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Robby had only been playing electric guitar for 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:09:27,000 --&gt; 00:09:33,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; His original training was on acoustic - Spanish flamenco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:09:33,000 --&gt; 00:09:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He'd played in one rock band with Densmore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;99&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:09:35,000 --&gt; 00:09:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; when they were both in high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:09:40,000 --&gt; 00:09:43,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; John had morphed from a high school marching band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;101&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:09:43,000 --&gt; 00:09:52,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; to a certified jazz freak into Coltrane and Mingus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;102&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:09:52,000 --&gt; 00:09:53,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray rents a house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;103&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:09:53,000 --&gt; 00:09:59,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and the band rehearses there all summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;104&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:09:59,000 --&gt; 00:10:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim says they need more songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;105&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:10:00,000 --&gt; 00:10:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and tells everyone to write one over the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;106&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:10:05,000 --&gt; 00:10:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Only Robby does his homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;107&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:10:08,000 --&gt; 00:10:21,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The first song he writes is called Light My Fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;108&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:10:21,000 --&gt; 00:10:25,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Know That It Will Be Untrue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;109&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:10:25,000 --&gt; 00:10:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Know That I Would Be A Liar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;110&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:10:29,000 --&gt; 00:10:33,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; If I Was To Say To You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;111&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:10:33,000 --&gt; 00:10:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Girl, We Couldn't Get Much Higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;112&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:10:37,000 --&gt; 00:10:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Come On, Baby, Light My Fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;113&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:10:45,000 --&gt; 00:10:50,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Try To Set The Night On Fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;114&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:10:50,000 --&gt; 00:10:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Time To Hesitate Is Through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;115&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:10:54,000 --&gt; 00:10:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; No Time To Wallow In The Mire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;116&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:10:58,000 --&gt; 00:11:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Try Now, We Can Only Lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;117&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:02,000 --&gt; 00:11:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And Our Love Become A Funeral Pyre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;118&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:06,000 --&gt; 00:11:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Come On, Baby, Light My Fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;119&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:12,000 --&gt; 00:11:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Doors get their first gig at a dive in LA called The London Fog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;120&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:19,000 --&gt; 00:11:23,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Still unsure of himself, Jim turns his back to the audience,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;121&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:23,000 --&gt; 00:11:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; facing the band, like he does in rehearsal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;122&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:30,000 --&gt; 00:11:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The talent booker for The Whisky A Go Go comes in one night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;123&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:34,000 --&gt; 00:11:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She falls for Morrison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;124&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:35,000 --&gt; 00:11:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and convinces her boss to hire The Doors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;125&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:37,000 --&gt; 00:11:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; as The Whisky's house band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;126&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:40,000 --&gt; 00:11:43,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In late 1966, they're opening for The Turtles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;127&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:43,000 --&gt; 00:11:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Buffalo Springfield and Van Morrison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;128&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:48,000 --&gt; 00:11:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Word spreads, especially about the lead singer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;129&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:54,000 --&gt; 00:11:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jack Holzman, founder of Elektra Records,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;130&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:11:57,000 --&gt; 00:12:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; is so impressed, he offers them a 3-album deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;131&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:12:03,000 --&gt; 00:12:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The next night, Jim doesn't show up at The Whisky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;132&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:12:07,000 --&gt; 00:12:10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; John and Ray head over to the motel he's crashing at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;133&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:12:10,000 --&gt; 00:12:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and find him out of his mind on acid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;134&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:12:16,000 --&gt; 00:12:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When they get him back to The Whisky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;135&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:12:18,000 --&gt; 00:12:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim wants to play The End,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;136&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:12:19,000 --&gt; 00:12:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; a song he wrote about breaking up with his high-school girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;137&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:12:24,000 --&gt; 00:12:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Killer Awoke Before Dawn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;138&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:12:27,000 --&gt; 00:12:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He Put His Boots On.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;139&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:12:30,000 --&gt; 00:12:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He Took A Face From The Ancient Gallery And He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;140&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:12:35,000 --&gt; 00:12:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He Walked On Down The Hallway, Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;141&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:12:45,000 --&gt; 00:12:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Came To A Door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;142&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:12:48,000 --&gt; 00:12:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And He Looked Inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;143&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:12:56,000 --&gt; 00:13:04,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; No one in the band knows where he's going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;144&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:13:04,000 --&gt; 00:13:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;145&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:13:07,000 --&gt; 00:13:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Yes, Son?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;146&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:13:11,000 --&gt; 00:13:23,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I Wanna Kill You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;147&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:13:23,000 --&gt; 00:13:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Mother...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;148&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:13:27,000 --&gt; 00:13:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I Want To...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;149&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:13:30,000 --&gt; 00:13:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck You All Night, Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;150&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:13:36,000 --&gt; 00:13:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Fuck You, Mama, All Night Long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;151&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:13:40,000 --&gt; 00:13:42,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You Wait, Mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;152&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:13:42,000 --&gt; 00:13:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Gonna Love You, Baby, All Night, Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;153&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:13:48,000 --&gt; 00:13:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Whisky's owner calls Jim a "sick bastard"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;154&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:13:51,000 --&gt; 00:13:59,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and fires them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;155&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:13:59,000 --&gt; 00:14:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A few weeks later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;156&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:00,000 --&gt; 00:14:04,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Doors record their first album in five days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;157&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:04,000 --&gt; 00:14:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Holzman brings in veteran producer Paul Rothchild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;158&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:08,000 --&gt; 00:14:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The equipment he uses is state-of-the-art -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;159&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:11,000 --&gt; 00:14:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; a 4-track recorder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;160&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:13,000 --&gt; 00:14:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He lays down John's drums on one track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;161&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:16,000 --&gt; 00:14:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray's organ and Robby's guitar take up the second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;162&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:20,000 --&gt; 00:14:21,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The third goes to Jim's vocal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;163&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:21,000 --&gt; 00:14:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; leaving the fourth for all overdubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;164&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:31,000 --&gt; 00:14:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Light My Fire and The End are over seven minutes long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;165&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:35,000 --&gt; 00:14:39,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Both are recorded in two takes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;166&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:39,000 --&gt; 00:14:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; At Jim's insistence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;167&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:41,000 --&gt; 00:14:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; all songs are credited simply to The Doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;168&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:45,000 --&gt; 00:14:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; To promote the album,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;169&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:46,000 --&gt; 00:14:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Holzman buys a billboard on The Sunset Strip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;170&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:49,000 --&gt; 00:14:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; No one has done this before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;171&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:51,000 --&gt; 00:14:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Break On Through is their first single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;172&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:54,000 --&gt; 00:14:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It stalls at number 106.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;173&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:14:58,000 --&gt; 00:15:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Holzman shifts quickly to Light My Fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;174&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:02,000 --&gt; 00:15:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Rothchild cuts the instrumentals, and the song hits the AM airwaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;175&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:07,000 --&gt; 00:15:09,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In July of 1967,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;176&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:09,000 --&gt; 00:15:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; the first song Robby Krieger ever wrote climbs to number one in the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;177&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:16,000 --&gt; 00:15:23,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray and Dorothy hear it on their car radio and start screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;178&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:23,000 --&gt; 00:15:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The first royalty checks give The Doors $ 50,000 apiece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;179&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:29,000 --&gt; 00:15:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Morrison's family is oblivious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;180&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:31,000 --&gt; 00:15:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; until a friend of his younger brother comes over with the album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;181&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:36,000 --&gt; 00:15:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He thought the guy on the cover looked a little like Jim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;182&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:40,000 --&gt; 00:15:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The family is further surprised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;183&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:41,000 --&gt; 00:15:47,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; when they see how Jim has described them in his bio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;184&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:47,000 --&gt; 00:15:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Holzman sends The Doors to New York City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;185&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:49,000 --&gt; 00:15:52,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They're an immediate hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;186&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:52,000 --&gt; 00:15:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Andy Warhol becomes infatuated, particularly with Morrison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;187&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:15:58,000 --&gt; 00:16:01,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Then, like The Beatles and Rolling Stones before them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;188&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:01,000 --&gt; 00:16:04,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; they perform live on The Ed Sullivan Show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;189&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:04,000 --&gt; 00:16:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  - Now The Doors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;190&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:05,000 --&gt; 00:16:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Here they are with their newest hit record,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;191&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:08,000 --&gt; 00:16:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Light My Fire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;192&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:11,000 --&gt; 00:16:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Time To Hesitate Is Through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;193&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:14,000 --&gt; 00:16:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; No Time To Wallow In The Mire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;194&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:18,000 --&gt; 00:16:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Try Now, We Can Only Lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;195&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:22,000 --&gt; 00:16:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And Our Live Become A Funeral Pyre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;196&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:26,000 --&gt; 00:16:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Come On, Baby, Light My Fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;197&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:34,000 --&gt; 00:16:39,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Try To Set The Night On... Fire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;198&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:39,000 --&gt; 00:16:42,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sullivan asks The Doors to take out the word "higher"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;199&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:42,000 --&gt; 00:16:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; because of its drug implications.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:45,000 --&gt; 00:16:47,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;201&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:47,000 --&gt; 00:16:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; During the performance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;202&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:48,000 --&gt; 00:16:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim sings the song exactly as written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;203&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:51,000 --&gt; 00:16:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Girl, We Couldn't Get Much Higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;204&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:16:54,000 --&gt; 00:17:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Come On, Baby, Light My Fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;205&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:17:02,000 --&gt; 00:17:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Try To Set The Night On Fire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;206&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:17:13,000 --&gt; 00:17:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Try To Set The Night On... Fire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;207&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:17:19,000 --&gt; 00:17:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's been barely a year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;208&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:17:20,000 --&gt; 00:17:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; since their shy young singer couldn't even face his audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;209&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:17:24,000 --&gt; 00:17:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now, the metamorphosis is complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;210&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:17:56,000 --&gt; 00:18:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  - Need A Match?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;211&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:18:00,000 --&gt; 00:18:04,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "As I look back over my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;212&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:18:04,000 --&gt; 00:18:09,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm struck by the postcards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;213&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:18:09,000 --&gt; 00:18:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ruined snapshots,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;214&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:18:12,000 --&gt; 00:18:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; faded posters of a time I can't recall".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;215&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:18:29,000 --&gt; 00:18:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; French officials deny any evidence of drug overdose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;216&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:18:32,000 --&gt; 00:18:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but a cloud of mystery hangs over Morrison's death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;217&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:18:35,000 --&gt; 00:18:39,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Some claim he's still alive and that his death was just a hoax,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;218&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:18:39,000 --&gt; 00:18:42,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; perhaps planned by Morrison himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;219&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:18:42,000 --&gt; 00:18:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Numerous sightings of the singer have already been reported.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;220&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:18:45,000 --&gt; 00:18:50,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; No, the mood I get from most of itNis a kind of a heavy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;221&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:18:50,000 --&gt; 00:18:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Kind of a sort of gloomy feeling, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;222&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:18:58,000 --&gt; 00:19:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Like of someone not quite at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;223&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:00,000 --&gt; 00:19:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Or, you know, or not quite... Not quite relaxed, and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;224&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:05,000 --&gt; 00:19:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You know, aware of a lot of things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;225&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:07,000 --&gt; 00:19:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but not quite sure about anything, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;226&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:12,000 --&gt; 00:19:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; People Are Strange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;227&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:14,000 --&gt; 00:19:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When You're A Stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;228&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:16,000 --&gt; 00:19:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Faces Look Ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;229&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:18,000 --&gt; 00:19:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When You're Alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;230&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:20,000 --&gt; 00:19:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Women Seem Wicked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;231&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:22,000 --&gt; 00:19:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When You're Unwanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;232&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:24,000 --&gt; 00:19:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Streets Are Uneven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;233&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:27,000 --&gt; 00:19:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When You're Down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;234&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:28,000 --&gt; 00:19:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When You're Strange,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;235&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:30,000 --&gt; 00:19:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Faces Come Out Of The Rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;236&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:34,000 --&gt; 00:19:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When You're Strange,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;237&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:37,000 --&gt; 00:19:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; No One Remembers Your Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;238&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:40,000 --&gt; 00:19:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When You're Strange,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;239&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:44,000 --&gt; 00:19:52,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When You're... Strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;240&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:52,000 --&gt; 00:19:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The fact is, the music is strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;241&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:19:56,000 --&gt; 00:20:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It is music for the different, the uninvited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;242&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:20:00,000 --&gt; 00:20:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It carries the listener into the shadowy realm of dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;243&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:20:11,000 --&gt; 00:20:15,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Part of the strangeness comes from their lack of a bass player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;244&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:20:15,000 --&gt; 00:20:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This leaves Densmore to hold the beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;245&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:20:18,000 --&gt; 00:20:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But his jazz sensibility keeps it both tight and unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;246&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:20:28,000 --&gt; 00:20:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Krieger's flamenco influences bring another layer of mystery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;247&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:20:32,000 --&gt; 00:20:33,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He never uses a pick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;248&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:20:33,000 --&gt; 00:20:39,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; playing rhythm and lead with his fingernails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;249&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:20:39,000 --&gt; 00:20:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But the sound needs a bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;250&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:20:41,000 --&gt; 00:20:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Manzarek discovers an electric piano bass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;251&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:20:44,000 --&gt; 00:20:47,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and plays the bass line with his left hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;252&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:20:47,000 --&gt; 00:21:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He uses his right for chords and his Bach-tinged blues runs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;253&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:21:06,000 --&gt; 00:21:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The organ carries a hint of the carnival -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;254&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:21:08,000 --&gt; 00:21:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; both childlike and darkly disturbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;255&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:21:12,000 --&gt; 00:21:15,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's no accident their second album, Strange Days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;256&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:21:15,000 --&gt; 00:21:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; features circus performers on its cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;257&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:21:49,000 --&gt; 00:21:52,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But if the band has a surreal fairground air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;258&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:21:52,000 --&gt; 00:22:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; it is Morrison who is the frenzied trapeze artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;259&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:22:05,000 --&gt; 00:22:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Love Me Two Times, Baby, Love Me Twice Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;260&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:22:12,000 --&gt; 00:22:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Love Me Two Times, Girl, I'm Goin' Away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;261&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:22:19,000 --&gt; 00:22:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Love Me Two Times, Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;262&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:22:22,000 --&gt; 00:22:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; One For Tomorrow, One Just For Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;263&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:22:28,000 --&gt; 00:22:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Love Me Two Times, I'm Goin' Away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;264&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:22:35,000 --&gt; 00:22:38,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; To Ray, he's like an ancient shaman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;265&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:22:38,000 --&gt; 00:22:43,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; leading his followers into worlds they'd never dare enter alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;266&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:22:43,000 --&gt; 00:22:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I Could Not Speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;267&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:22:46,000 --&gt; 00:22:50,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Love Me One Time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;268&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:22:50,000 --&gt; 00:22:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Yeah, My Knees Got Weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;269&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:22:54,000 --&gt; 00:22:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Love Me Two Times, Girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;270&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:22:56,000 --&gt; 00:23:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Last Me All Through The Week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;271&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:23:02,000 --&gt; 00:23:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Love Me Two Times, I'm Goin' Away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;272&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:23:20,000 --&gt; 00:23:23,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Morrison is both innocent and profane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;273&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:23:23,000 --&gt; 00:23:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He's a rock and roll poet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;274&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:23:26,000 --&gt; 00:23:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; dangerous and highly intelligent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;275&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:23:31,000 --&gt; 00:24:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; No one has had this exact combination before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;276&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:24:14,000 --&gt; 00:24:17,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; No matter how high he flies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;277&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:24:17,000 --&gt; 00:24:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; his bandmates are always there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;278&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:24:18,000 --&gt; 00:25:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; to catch him and guide him back to earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;279&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:25:12,000 --&gt; 00:25:17,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Their first hit of fame is sudden and intense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;280&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:25:17,000 --&gt; 00:25:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - I even like them more than The Beatles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;281&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:25:19,000 --&gt; 00:25:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - The Doors, they are so much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;282&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:25:26,000 --&gt; 00:25:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Do you think you're a political group?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;283&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:25:28,000 --&gt; 00:25:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - We're, um...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;284&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:25:30,000 --&gt; 00:25:38,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Foremost, we're, um... Musicians and writers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;285&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:25:38,000 --&gt; 00:25:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  - No, you can't take a lit cigarette. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;286&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:25:41,000 --&gt; 00:25:43,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - I'll see how I feel after a beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;287&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:25:43,000 --&gt; 00:25:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - You want people to like you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;288&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:25:45,000 --&gt; 00:25:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Well, I'd like them to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;289&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:25:48,000 --&gt; 00:25:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'd like them to... Give the music a chance, and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;290&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:25:58,000 --&gt; 00:26:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Just to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;291&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:26:05,000 --&gt; 00:26:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - The music can't help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;292&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:26:07,000 --&gt; 00:26:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but reflecting things that are happening around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;293&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:26:12,000 --&gt; 00:26:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - I think for your own sake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;294&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:26:13,000 --&gt; 00:26:15,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; while all the police are out there containing the kids,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;295&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:26:15,000 --&gt; 00:26:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; you ought to get in the car and split. I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;296&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:26:19,000 --&gt; 00:26:21,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Unless he wants to get...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;297&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:26:21,000 --&gt; 00:26:25,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Yeah, I mean, it's up to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;298&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:26:25,000 --&gt; 00:26:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's up to him, unless he wants to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;299&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:26:28,000 --&gt; 00:26:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Have them grab at his body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;300&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:26:32,000 --&gt; 00:26:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - If he doesn't want it, I'll take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;301&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:26:35,000 --&gt; 00:26:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - And Bill and Todd will take the leftovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;302&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:26:44,000 --&gt; 00:26:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Aloha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;303&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:26:57,000 --&gt; 00:27:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - I've noticed that when people are joking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;304&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:00,000 --&gt; 00:27:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; they're usually dead serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;305&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:02,000 --&gt; 00:27:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And when they're dead serious, it's usually pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;306&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:05,000 --&gt; 00:27:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - You should say that at a concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;307&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:08,000 --&gt; 00:27:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Is your band like The Monkees?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;308&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:11,000 --&gt; 00:27:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - The Monkees?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;309&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:12,000 --&gt; 00:27:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - I said like The Monkees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;310&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:19,000 --&gt; 00:27:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - All of our music is really so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;311&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:22,000 --&gt; 00:27:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  symbolic rather than direct to the point, you know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;312&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:28,000 --&gt; 00:27:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Everybody's always talking about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;313&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:31,000 --&gt; 00:27:38,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; rock and roll and jazz finally blending, you know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;314&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:38,000 --&gt; 00:27:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And I don't think that can really happen, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;315&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:41,000 --&gt; 00:27:47,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; If it's supposed to, I think we're it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;316&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:47,000 --&gt; 00:27:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - OK, this time, can you look to me, please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;317&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:51,000 --&gt; 00:27:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - I want to touch The Doors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;318&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:54,000 --&gt; 00:27:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Hey, quit knocking on the door. Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;319&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:57,000 --&gt; 00:27:59,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Can you get Jim out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;320&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:27:59,000 --&gt; 00:28:01,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Come on, just take one picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;321&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:01,000 --&gt; 00:28:04,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - We paid to be here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;322&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:04,000 --&gt; 00:28:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Most of the attention goes to Jim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;323&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:07,000 --&gt; 00:28:10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; If it bothers Robby, Ray or John,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;324&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:10,000 --&gt; 00:28:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; they don't outwardly show it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;325&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:13,000 --&gt; 00:28:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But Jim relishes the attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;326&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:18,000 --&gt; 00:28:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He seems to have been born instantly ready for fame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;327&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:29,000 --&gt; 00:28:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Everything he does seems either brilliant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;328&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:32,000 --&gt; 00:28:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; or brilliantly calculated for effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;329&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:37,000 --&gt; 00:28:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - I think, you know, these days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;330&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:41,000 --&gt; 00:28:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; especially in The States, you have to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;331&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:46,000 --&gt; 00:28:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; a politician or an assassin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;332&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:48,000 --&gt; 00:28:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; or something to really be a superstar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:54,000 --&gt; 00:28:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Without a personal manager or publicist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;334&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:56,000 --&gt; 00:28:59,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim takes control of his own image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;335&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:28:59,000 --&gt; 00:29:01,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He picks out all his clothes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;336&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:29:01,000 --&gt; 00:29:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; from the conch belts to the leather pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;337&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:29:03,000 --&gt; 00:29:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; seemingly designed to accentuate his crotch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;338&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:29:14,000 --&gt; 00:29:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Hi! Hi, Jim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;339&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:29:18,000 --&gt; 00:29:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - We're gotta go to the... dressing room, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;340&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:29:22,000 --&gt; 00:29:23,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - All right, man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;341&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:29:23,000 --&gt; 00:29:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - OK, we're going to go to the dressing room now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;342&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:29:28,000 --&gt; 00:29:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Wait a while, don't get out yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;343&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:29:31,000 --&gt; 00:29:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He understood exactly how to make it all work for him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;344&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:29:34,000 --&gt; 00:29:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and perhaps to protect himself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;345&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:29:36,000 --&gt; 00:29:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; he made it seem like he couldn't care less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;346&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:29:46,000 --&gt; 00:29:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In 1968, The Who opened for The Doors at The Singer Bowl on Long Island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;347&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:29:51,000 --&gt; 00:30:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Don't go in, we need you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;348&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:30:11,000 --&gt; 00:30:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - How much are these?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;349&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:30:12,000 --&gt; 00:30:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - $ 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;350&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:30:14,000 --&gt; 00:30:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Can I look at it first to see what I want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;351&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:30:20,000 --&gt; 00:30:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I've got one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;352&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:30:24,000 --&gt; 00:30:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; How much are those?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;353&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:30:26,000 --&gt; 00:30:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - $ 1. - $ 1?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;354&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:30:28,000 --&gt; 00:30:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's hard to tell if he's simply mingling with his fans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;355&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:30:31,000 --&gt; 00:30:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; or if he's drawing something crucial from them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;356&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:30:34,000 --&gt; 00:30:38,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; as if he needs their attention to survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;357&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:30:38,000 --&gt; 00:30:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Make sure that The Doors know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;358&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:30:41,000 --&gt; 00:30:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; that New York collectively welcomes them at The Singer Bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;359&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:30:45,000 --&gt; 00:30:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Doors! The Doors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;360&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:30:58,000 --&gt; 00:31:01,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Singer Bowl crowd is already worked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;361&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:01,000 --&gt; 00:31:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Morrison stokes them further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;362&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:03,000 --&gt; 00:31:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; No One Here Gets Out Alive Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;363&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:08,000 --&gt; 00:31:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You Get Yours, Mama, I'll Get Mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;364&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:14,000 --&gt; 00:31:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Gonna Make It, Baby... Come On!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;365&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:18,000 --&gt; 00:31:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Someone throws a chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;366&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:29,000 --&gt; 00:31:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Everybody feel all right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;367&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:34,000 --&gt; 00:31:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - The show is over, kids, so go on home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;368&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:37,000 --&gt; 00:31:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Yes, please, go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;369&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:45,000 --&gt; 00:31:50,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Give him a hand and help him if she's too heavy. Stay where you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;370&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:50,000 --&gt; 00:31:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  - No, she's...She was just an innocent bystander.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;371&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:54,000 --&gt; 00:31:55,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - That became a victim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;372&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:55,000 --&gt; 00:31:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - And someone whacked her with a chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;373&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:56,000 --&gt; 00:31:59,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Why'd they whack her with a chair? - I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;374&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:31:59,000 --&gt; 00:32:01,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Are you sure it was a chair? - I don't know what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;375&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:01,000 --&gt; 00:32:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Someone hit me, I fell, and I wound up here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;376&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:03,000 --&gt; 00:32:04,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Where did they get a chair? There weren't any chairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;377&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:04,000 --&gt; 00:32:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;378&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:07,000 --&gt; 00:32:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Earlier in the concert, Jeff Silverman is taking pictures in the front row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;379&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:12,000 --&gt; 00:32:17,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He sees Jim look directly at a young girl and grab his crotch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;380&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:17,000 --&gt; 00:32:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Her boyfriend picks up a chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;381&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:19,000 --&gt; 00:32:23,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; According to Silverman, it was the first chair to be thrown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;382&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:23,000 --&gt; 00:32:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - It's already coagulating. I think you're going to be OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;383&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:30,000 --&gt; 00:32:42,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I am The Lizard King! I can do anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;384&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:42,000 --&gt; 00:32:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Morrison's poem, The Celebration Of The Lizard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;385&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:45,000 --&gt; 00:32:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; was to take up one whole side of The Doors' next album,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;386&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:49,000 --&gt; 00:32:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but Paul Rothchild chooses not to include it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;387&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:54,000 --&gt; 00:32:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim's behavior is becoming unpredictable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;388&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:57,000 --&gt; 00:32:59,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and Rothchild is under pressure to get another record out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;389&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:32:59,000 --&gt; 00:33:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; while the band is hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;390&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:33:02,000 --&gt; 00:33:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He fills out the side with unused songs from their first album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;391&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:33:08,000 --&gt; 00:33:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Despite the raw intensity of new songs like Five To One and Unknown Soldier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;392&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:33:14,000 --&gt; 00:33:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; critics dismiss the record.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;393&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:33:18,000 --&gt; 00:33:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But fans judge it differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;394&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:33:20,000 --&gt; 00:33:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Both the album and Morrison's Hello, I Love You hit number one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;395&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:33:40,000 --&gt; 00:33:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;396&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:33:41,000 --&gt; 00:33:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Don't overblow, Jim. You got a long way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;397&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:33:45,000 --&gt; 00:33:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;398&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:33:49,000 --&gt; 00:33:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In 1968, The Doors begin recording The Soft Parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;399&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:33:56,000 --&gt; 00:34:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Paul Rothchild produces, with Bruce Botnick as his engineer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;400&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:34:03,000 --&gt; 00:34:09,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim has begun coming into the studio drunk or high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;401&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:34:09,000 --&gt; 00:34:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Robby writes half the songs on Soft Parade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;402&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:34:12,000 --&gt; 00:34:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and for the first time he and Jim separate their writing credits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;403&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:34:22,000 --&gt; 00:34:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Well, you know what Robby's trying to do, that sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;404&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:34:24,000 --&gt; 00:34:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Yeah, I know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;405&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:34:28,000 --&gt; 00:34:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Stupidest ending I've ever heard on any song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;406&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:34:30,000 --&gt; 00:34:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - What's stupid, the ending?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;407&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:34:31,000 --&gt; 00:34:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Yeah. Yeah, just...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;408&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:34:36,000 --&gt; 00:34:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - How's that again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;409&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:34:37,000 --&gt; 00:34:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Robby does two, John one, I do two, and then you come in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;410&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:34:46,000 --&gt; 00:35:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - That sounds good, Robby. Here we go. One time, everybody, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;411&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:35:08,000 --&gt; 00:35:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Wild Child Full Of Grace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;412&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:35:13,000 --&gt; 00:35:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Saver Of The Human Race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;413&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:35:19,000 --&gt; 00:35:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Your Cool Face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;414&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:35:35,000 --&gt; 00:35:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Natural Child, Terrible Child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;415&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:35:41,000 --&gt; 00:35:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Not Your Mother's Or YourNFather's Child, You're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;416&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:35:46,000 --&gt; 00:36:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Our Child Screaming Wild...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;417&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:36:29,000 --&gt; 00:36:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Do you know the warm progress under the stars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;418&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:36:32,000 --&gt; 00:36:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Do you know we exist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;419&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:36:34,000 --&gt; 00:36:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;420&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:36:37,000 --&gt; 00:36:55,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Have you been born yet, and are you alive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;421&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:36:55,000 --&gt; 00:37:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The youth movement keeps growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;422&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:02,000 --&gt; 00:37:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - So like I was telling you, honey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;423&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:03,000 --&gt; 00:37:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; before these cameramen came along,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;424&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:06,000 --&gt; 00:37:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; death in our time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;425&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:11,000 --&gt; 00:37:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Yes, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;426&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:12,000 --&gt; 00:37:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Oh, man, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;427&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:16,000 --&gt; 00:37:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And by 1968, the country was radically changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;428&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:22,000 --&gt; 00:37:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - And I pledge, if you give me your help,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;429&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:24,000 --&gt; 00:37:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; if you give me your hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;430&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:26,000 --&gt; 00:37:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; that I will work with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;431&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:27,000 --&gt; 00:37:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and we will have a new America!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;432&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:29,000 --&gt; 00:37:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Thank you very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;433&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:35,000 --&gt; 00:37:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray originally thought LSD was the key to enlightenment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;434&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:41,000 --&gt; 00:37:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But a series of bad trips sends him in a different direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;435&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:48,000 --&gt; 00:37:52,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He turned to meditation, along with Robby and John,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;436&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:52,000 --&gt; 00:37:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; attempting to find his bliss elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;437&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:37:57,000 --&gt; 00:38:15,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Morrison keeps tripping for a while...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;438&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:38:15,000 --&gt; 00:38:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When The Music's Over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;439&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:38:22,000 --&gt; 00:38:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When The Music's Over, Yeah-Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;440&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:38:31,000 --&gt; 00:38:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When The Music's Over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;441&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:38:34,000 --&gt; 00:38:38,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Turn Out The Light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;442&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:38:38,000 --&gt; 00:38:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Turn Out The Light...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;443&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:38:44,000 --&gt; 00:38:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Well, The Music Is Your Special Friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;444&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:38:49,000 --&gt; 00:38:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Dance On Fire As It Intends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;445&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:38:54,000 --&gt; 00:39:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Music Is Your Only Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;446&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:39:02,000 --&gt; 00:39:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Until The End,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;447&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:39:11,000 --&gt; 00:40:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Until The... End!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;448&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:40:03,000 --&gt; 00:40:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim still has doubts about his voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;449&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:40:06,000 --&gt; 00:40:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He's had no musicial training and he can't read a note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;450&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:40:11,000 --&gt; 00:40:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sinatra has replaced Elvis as his favorite singer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;451&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:40:14,000 --&gt; 00:40:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He describes his own voice as a scream or "a sick croon".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;452&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:40:18,000 --&gt; 00:40:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Cancel My Subscription To The Resurrection,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;453&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:40:28,000 --&gt; 00:40:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Send My Credentials To The House Of Detention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;454&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:40:36,000 --&gt; 00:40:38,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I've Got Some Friends Inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;455&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:40:38,000 --&gt; 00:40:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Morrison takes a hard turn from psychedelics to booze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;456&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:40:44,000 --&gt; 00:40:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Soft Parade takes 11 months to record.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;457&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:40:49,000 --&gt; 00:40:53,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is partly due to Rothchild's insistence on perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;458&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:40:53,000 --&gt; 00:41:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He makes the band do hundreds of takes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;459&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:41:03,000 --&gt; 00:41:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But no one talks about the elephant in the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;460&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:41:11,000 --&gt; 00:41:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Densmore develops headaches and breaks out in rashes from the tension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;461&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:41:19,000 --&gt; 00:41:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; One day, John walks out of the studio, saying he can't take it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;462&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:41:26,000 --&gt; 00:41:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The next morning, he shows up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;463&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:41:28,000 --&gt; 00:41:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and the band continues recording without a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;464&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:41:32,000 --&gt; 00:41:39,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Gonna Win, Yeah, We're Takin' Over. Come On!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;465&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:41:39,000 --&gt; 00:41:47,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sometimes the drinking helps Morrison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;466&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:41:47,000 --&gt; 00:41:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sometimes it doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;467&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:41:54,000 --&gt; 00:42:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The band becomes adept at keeping him alive onstage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;468&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:42:16,000 --&gt; 00:42:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; His first onstage arrest had come early, in New Haven, Connecticut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;469&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:42:22,000 --&gt; 00:42:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Before the concert, Jim is making out with a girl in a shower stall backstage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;470&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:42:27,000 --&gt; 00:42:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A cop walks in on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;471&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:42:29,000 --&gt; 00:42:33,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Not recognizing Jim, he orders them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;472&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:42:33,000 --&gt; 00:42:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim tells him to go fuck himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;473&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:42:35,000 --&gt; 00:42:39,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The cop maces him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;474&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:42:39,000 --&gt; 00:42:42,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Minutes before the show, Jim is in agony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;475&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:42:42,000 --&gt; 00:42:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; His eyes are still bloodshot and streaming with tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;476&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:42:46,000 --&gt; 00:42:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In the middle of the first song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;477&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:42:48,000 --&gt; 00:42:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; he stops and tells the audience what's just happened to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;478&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:42:56,000 --&gt; 00:42:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim keeps calling the cop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;479&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:42:57,000 --&gt; 00:43:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "A little blue man in a little blue suit with a little blue cap".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;480&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:43:05,000 --&gt; 00:43:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When the police move in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;481&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:43:06,000 --&gt; 00:43:10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim offers them a chance to "say their thing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;482&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:43:10,000 --&gt; 00:43:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They choose not to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;483&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:43:14,000 --&gt; 00:43:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim is arrested for breach of peace and immoral exhibition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;484&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:43:20,000 --&gt; 00:43:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Two cops punch him in the face and kick him when he falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;485&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:43:26,000 --&gt; 00:43:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This starts the reputation of The Doors as a dirty and dangerous band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;486&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:43:37,000 --&gt; 00:43:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It also marks a change between The Doors and their audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;487&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:43:41,000 --&gt; 00:43:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They're coming now to watch Morrison go crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;488&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:43:48,000 --&gt; 00:43:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; There is a growing sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;489&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:43:49,000 --&gt; 00:43:53,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; that the fans are not there to hear the music,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;490&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:43:53,000 --&gt; 00:44:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but to witness a spectacle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;491&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:00,000 --&gt; 00:44:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It is becoming harder and harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;492&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:02,000 --&gt; 00:44:10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; to distinguish between himself and the person who appears onstage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;493&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:10,000 --&gt; 00:44:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But the train keeps picking up speed, and no one wants off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;494&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:19,000 --&gt; 00:44:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In April 1968, The Village Voice chooses Morrison as vocalist of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;495&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:26,000 --&gt; 00:44:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Doors win best band,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;496&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:28,000 --&gt; 00:44:33,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and Ray Manzarek is best musician after Eric Clapton and Ravi Shankar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;497&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:33,000 --&gt; 00:44:39,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Soft Parade goes gold, making 4 gold albums in a row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;498&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:39,000 --&gt; 00:44:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Touch Me, written by Krieger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;499&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:40,000 --&gt; 00:44:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; gives the band their third top-10 single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:44,000 --&gt; 00:44:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Come On, Come On, Come On, Come On, Now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;501&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:46,000 --&gt; 00:44:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Touch Me, Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;502&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:48,000 --&gt; 00:44:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Can't You See That I Am Not Afraid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;503&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:54,000 --&gt; 00:44:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; What Was That Promise That You Made?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;504&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:44:58,000 --&gt; 00:45:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Why Won't You Tell Me What She Said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;505&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:45:02,000 --&gt; 00:45:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; What Was That Promise That You Made?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;506&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:45:07,000 --&gt; 00:45:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm Gonna Love You Till The Heaven Stop The Rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;507&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:45:16,000 --&gt; 00:45:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm Gonna Love You Till The Stars Fall From The Sky...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;508&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:45:24,000 --&gt; 00:45:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; By late December 1968&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;509&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:45:26,000 --&gt; 00:45:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Doors are being hailed as America's Rolling Stones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;510&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:45:34,000 --&gt; 00:45:42,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And just at that moment, Jim announces he's quitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;511&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:45:42,000 --&gt; 00:45:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The band is stunned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;512&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:45:45,000 --&gt; 00:45:50,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Without Jim, there is no Doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;513&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:45:50,000 --&gt; 00:45:53,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - We need you to stay in the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;514&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:45:53,000 --&gt; 00:46:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Well, the thing is, I don't think I like the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;515&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:46:16,000 --&gt; 00:46:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; His girlfriend, Pam Courson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;516&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:46:18,000 --&gt; 00:46:23,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; encourages him to forget music and concentrate on his poetry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;517&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:46:23,000 --&gt; 00:46:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim's already self-published two notebooks of his poems,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;518&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:46:26,000 --&gt; 00:46:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; both dedicated to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;519&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:46:29,000 --&gt; 00:46:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; His poetry is symbolic and pure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;520&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:46:34,000 --&gt; 00:46:38,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It frees him from the requirements of rock stardom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;521&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:46:38,000 --&gt; 00:46:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Yeah, posing for a picture, can you imagine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;522&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:46:40,000 --&gt; 00:46:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You know, and really looking in the camera and really posing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;523&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:46:45,000 --&gt; 00:46:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's insane! I must have been out of my mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;524&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:46:49,000 --&gt; 00:46:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But getting out is not as easy as it seems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;525&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:46:56,000 --&gt; 00:47:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray convinces him to give it 6 more months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;526&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:47:02,000 --&gt; 00:47:04,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But as his drinking increases,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;527&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:47:04,000 --&gt; 00:47:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray sees it give birth to Morrison's alter ego,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;528&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:47:07,000 --&gt; 00:47:10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; whom he names Jimbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;529&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:47:10,000 --&gt; 00:47:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Everyone dreads his appearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;530&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:47:14,000 --&gt; 00:47:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Out of concern for his health and the future of the band,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;531&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:47:18,000 --&gt; 00:47:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; they finally confront him directly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;532&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:47:22,000 --&gt; 00:47:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim listens politely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;533&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:47:26,000 --&gt; 00:47:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He stays sober for about a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;534&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:47:31,000 --&gt; 00:48:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Then Jimbo returns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;535&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:06,000 --&gt; 00:48:09,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The band hires a series of professional drinkers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;536&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:09,000 --&gt; 00:48:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; to keep tabs on Morrison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;537&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:11,000 --&gt; 00:48:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They can't keep up with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;538&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:13,000 --&gt; 00:48:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - You got any groovy possy in this joint?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;539&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:16,000 --&gt; 00:48:17,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Any LSD? Any LSD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;540&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:17,000 --&gt; 00:48:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; At a party in LA, he ends up with his face in Janis Joplin's lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;541&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:22,000 --&gt; 00:48:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She breaks down in tears, and then cracks a whiskey bottle over his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;542&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:28,000 --&gt; 00:48:33,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Pam gets tired of Jim's drunken infidelities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;543&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:33,000 --&gt; 00:48:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She convinces him to see a psychiatrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;544&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:36,000 --&gt; 00:48:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim goes to one session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;545&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:40,000 --&gt; 00:48:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He's moving further away from his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;546&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:44,000 --&gt; 00:48:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When his mother comes to watch The Doors in Washington, DC,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;547&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:48,000 --&gt; 00:48:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim does not see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;548&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:51,000 --&gt; 00:48:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He hasn't spoken to his father since 1966,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;549&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:54,000 --&gt; 00:48:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; when he got a letter from him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;550&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:56,000 --&gt; 00:48:59,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; with the advice "to give up any idea of singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;551&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:48:59,000 --&gt; 00:49:01,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; or any connection with a musical group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;552&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:01,000 --&gt; 00:49:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; because of what I consider a complete lack of talent in this direction".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;553&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:08,000 --&gt; 00:49:10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; At the height of his son's fame,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;554&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:10,000 --&gt; 00:49:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Admiral Morrison is commanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;555&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:11,000 --&gt; 00:49:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; a division of aircraft carriers off the coast of Vietnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;556&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:19,000 --&gt; 00:49:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In his world, survival depends on obedience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;557&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:27,000 --&gt; 00:49:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; To Jim, obedience is suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;558&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:32,000 --&gt; 00:49:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Would anybody like to see my genitals?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;559&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:37,000 --&gt; 00:49:39,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I don't think there should be a president, man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;560&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:39,000 --&gt; 00:49:42,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think it should be a total democracy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;561&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:42,000 --&gt; 00:49:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But I'll tell you this, man, I'll tell you this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;562&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:46,000 --&gt; 00:49:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I don't know what's going to happen, man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;563&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:48,000 --&gt; 00:49:52,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but I want to have my kicks before the whole shit house goes up in flames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;564&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:52,000 --&gt; 00:49:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; All Right? All Right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;565&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:49:57,000 --&gt; 00:50:10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In September 1968, The Doors tour Europe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;566&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:50:10,000 --&gt; 00:50:15,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They're a big hit, even after Jim swallows a chunk of hash in Amsterdam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;567&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:50:15,000 --&gt; 00:50:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and collapses unconscious on stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;568&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:50:19,000 --&gt; 00:50:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The band plays the gig without him, with Ray doing all the singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;569&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:50:27,000 --&gt; 00:50:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Afterwards, Jim stays in London with Pam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;570&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:50:30,000 --&gt; 00:50:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; hanging out with poet Michael McClure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;571&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:50:34,000 --&gt; 00:50:39,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The three of them go off on a drinking binge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;572&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:50:39,000 --&gt; 00:50:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When Jim resurfaces,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;573&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:50:41,000 --&gt; 00:50:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; he discovers The Doors have licensed Light My Fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;574&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:50:44,000 --&gt; 00:50:50,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; for use in a car commercial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;575&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:50:50,000 --&gt; 00:50:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Robby, Ray and John explain they've tried to find him for days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;576&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:50:54,000 --&gt; 00:50:59,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They thought the commercial was unique and felt Jim would agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;577&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:50:59,000 --&gt; 00:51:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But Jim does not agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;578&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:51:00,000 --&gt; 00:51:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The car commercial and $ 75,000 evaporate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;579&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:51:07,000 --&gt; 00:51:10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The alcohol takes a personal toll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;580&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:51:10,000 --&gt; 00:51:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In the beginning, as Ray pulls the band together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;581&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:51:12,000 --&gt; 00:51:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; he and Jim are very close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;582&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:51:16,000 --&gt; 00:51:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim had always welcomed Robby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;583&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:51:18,000 --&gt; 00:51:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; offering advice like giving each lyric a double meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;584&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:51:26,000 --&gt; 00:51:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; His drinking drives a wedge between them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;585&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:51:34,000 --&gt; 00:51:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; John and Jim used to drive around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;586&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:51:35,000 --&gt; 00:51:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; fantasizing about being in a famous rock and roll band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;587&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:51:40,000 --&gt; 00:51:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The alcohol pushes them apart as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;588&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:51:45,000 --&gt; 00:51:53,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They all see Jim struggle, but have no idea how to help him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;589&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:51:53,000 --&gt; 00:51:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And now, The Doors start playing larger arenas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;590&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:51:56,000 --&gt; 00:52:01,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The first is The Hollywood Bowl in 1968.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;591&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:01,000 --&gt; 00:52:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim seems a little off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;592&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:05,000 --&gt; 00:52:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; John thinks he's dropped acid right before the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;593&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:11,000 --&gt; 00:52:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Robby feels Jim was distracted by Mick Jagger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;594&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:14,000 --&gt; 00:52:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; sitting in the front row with Pam on his lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;595&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:20,000 --&gt; 00:52:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They sell out Madison Square Garden and The LA Forum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;596&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:24,000 --&gt; 00:52:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and in early 1969, their manager, Bill Siddons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;597&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:27,000 --&gt; 00:52:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; books their first extensive US tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;598&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:31,000 --&gt; 00:52:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They'll hit 19 cities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;599&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:34,000 --&gt; 00:52:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Their first gig is in Miami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;600&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:41,000 --&gt; 00:52:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The band arrives early, minus Morrison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;601&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:45,000 --&gt; 00:52:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He's had a fight with Pam and missed his plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;602&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:49,000 --&gt; 00:52:52,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He misses another flight hanging out in the airport bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;603&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:52,000 --&gt; 00:52:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and shows up 20 minutes late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;604&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:54,000 --&gt; 00:52:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Ladies and gentlemen, The Doors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;605&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:52:57,000 --&gt; 00:53:01,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The mood inside the converted airplane hangar is already tense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;606&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:01,000 --&gt; 00:53:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The promoter has pulled out all the seats so he could sell another 2000 tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;607&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:08,000 --&gt; 00:53:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; As the band takes the stage, Jim seems preoccupied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;608&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:13,000 --&gt; 00:53:17,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The week before, The Living Theatre had performed in Los Angeles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;609&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:17,000 --&gt; 00:53:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Their manifesto is radically political -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;610&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:20,000 --&gt; 00:53:25,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; change can only come from a rejection of all rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;611&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:25,000 --&gt; 00:53:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim goes to every performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;612&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:28,000 --&gt; 00:53:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He once called The Doors "erotic politicians",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;613&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:32,000 --&gt; 00:53:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but he confesses to the group's director&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;614&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:35,000 --&gt; 00:53:38,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; that though he has the ear of a generation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;615&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:38,000 --&gt; 00:53:42,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; he feels he's never had anything to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;616&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:42,000 --&gt; 00:53:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He chooses this moment to change that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;617&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:45,000 --&gt; 00:53:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Yeah! Now listen here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;618&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:49,000 --&gt; 00:53:55,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I ain't talking about no revolution!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;619&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:53:55,000 --&gt; 00:54:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And I'm not talking about no demonstration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;620&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:54:02,000 --&gt; 00:54:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm talking about having a good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;621&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:54:05,000 --&gt; 00:54:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm talking about love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;622&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:54:14,000 --&gt; 00:54:21,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Grab your fucking friend and love him. Come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;623&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:54:21,000 --&gt; 00:54:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hey, listen, I'm lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;624&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:54:24,000 --&gt; 00:54:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I need some love, you all. Come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;625&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:54:30,000 --&gt; 00:54:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I need some good-time loving, sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;626&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:54:35,000 --&gt; 00:54:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Love me. Come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;627&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:54:37,000 --&gt; 00:54:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Someone throws a gallon of orange paint at the band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;628&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:54:40,000 --&gt; 00:54:47,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You're All A Bunch Of Fucking Idiots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;629&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:54:47,000 --&gt; 00:54:50,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You're All A Bunch Of Slaves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;630&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:54:50,000 --&gt; 00:54:55,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Letting People Tell You What You're Gonna Do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;631&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:54:55,000 --&gt; 00:54:59,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; How Long Are You Gonna Let Them Push You Around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;632&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:54:59,000 --&gt; 00:55:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Maybe You Love It!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;633&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:00,000 --&gt; 00:55:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Maybe You Love Getting Your Face Stuck In The Shit! Come On!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;634&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:05,000 --&gt; 00:55:09,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; What Are You Gonna Do About It?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;635&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:09,000 --&gt; 00:55:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; There's a rush at the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;636&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:14,000 --&gt; 00:55:15,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now, Listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;637&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:15,000 --&gt; 00:55:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Anybody That Wants To Come Up Here And Join Us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;638&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:18,000 --&gt; 00:55:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And Do Some Dancing, Have Some Fun, Just Get On Up Here. Come On!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;639&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:20,000 --&gt; 00:55:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A friend of Jim's walks out and hands him a lamb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;640&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:24,000 --&gt; 00:55:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'd Fuck Her, But She's Too Young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;641&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:28,000 --&gt; 00:55:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A woman pours a bottle of champagne over Morrison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;642&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:32,000 --&gt; 00:55:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He takes off his wet shirt, urging everyone to join him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;643&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:36,000 --&gt; 00:55:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Shirts, pants, bras and underwear sail through the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;644&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:41,000 --&gt; 00:55:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But there's only one song they wanna hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;645&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:44,000 --&gt; 00:55:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Light My Fire! Light My Fire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;646&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:49,000 --&gt; 00:55:50,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Morrison gets angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;647&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:50,000 --&gt; 00:55:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "You Came To See Something Else, Didn't You?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;648&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:54,000 --&gt; 00:55:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "All Right, Here's My Cock!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;649&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:55:57,000 --&gt; 00:56:01,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now, we're not going to leave until we all get our rocks off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;650&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:56:01,000 --&gt; 00:56:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray yells out for someone to stop him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;651&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:56:03,000 --&gt; 00:56:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Go on, someone's going to get hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;652&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:56:06,000 --&gt; 00:56:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The stage starts to collapse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;653&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:56:11,000 --&gt; 00:56:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Robby and John jump off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;654&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:56:14,000 --&gt; 00:56:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Manzarek keeps playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;655&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:56:19,000 --&gt; 00:56:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim is thrown into the audience by a security guard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;656&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:56:30,000 --&gt; 00:56:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Less than an hour after it started, the concert is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;657&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:56:35,000 --&gt; 00:56:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Doors play fragments of only 4 songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;658&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:56:46,000 --&gt; 00:56:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The next day, the entire band flies to Jamaica for a vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;659&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:56:51,000 --&gt; 00:56:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Unknown to them, something strange is happening back in Miami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;660&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:56:58,000 --&gt; 00:57:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - The Doors are out to make their own scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;661&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:02,000 --&gt; 00:57:04,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was a bad scene, and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;662&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:04,000 --&gt; 00:57:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Like I say, it was completely unwarranted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;663&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:06,000 --&gt; 00:57:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; uncalled for, on all parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;664&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:08,000 --&gt; 00:57:10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It didn't seem like actual entertainment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;665&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:10,000 --&gt; 00:57:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; that we've expected to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;666&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:12,000 --&gt; 00:57:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Seemed like very many people were under the influence of drugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;667&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:16,000 --&gt; 00:57:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We have to do something about this. This is real disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;668&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:19,000 --&gt; 00:57:21,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My children, when I grow up and I have children,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;669&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:21,000 --&gt; 00:57:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; do I want them in an environment like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;670&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:24,000 --&gt; 00:57:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I mean, is this progress, or are we decaying in a way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;671&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:28,000 --&gt; 00:57:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We have taken out two warrants for Jim Morrison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;672&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:32,000 --&gt; 00:57:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; One of them is for indecent exposure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;673&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:36,000 --&gt; 00:57:39,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The other is for the use of obscene languages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;674&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:39,000 --&gt; 00:57:43,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; during his performance at Dinner Key Saturday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;675&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:43,000 --&gt; 00:57:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We have been delayed on issuing these warrants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;676&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:45,000 --&gt; 00:57:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; because we were waiting, hoping to get pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;677&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:48,000 --&gt; 00:57:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; that were taken during the performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;678&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:51,000 --&gt; 00:57:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim's hit with one felony and three misdemeanors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;679&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:54,000 --&gt; 00:57:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but it's the felony charge that is the most disturbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;680&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:57:58,000 --&gt; 00:58:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It claims that Jim did lewdly and lasciviously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;681&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:00,000 --&gt; 00:58:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "expose his penis, place his hands upon his penis and shake it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;682&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:05,000 --&gt; 00:58:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and did simulate the acts of masturbation upon himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;683&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:08,000 --&gt; 00:58:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and oral copulation upon another".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;684&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:11,000 --&gt; 00:58:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Although many pictures were taken during the concert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;685&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:13,000 --&gt; 00:58:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; none show Morrison exposing himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;686&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:16,000 --&gt; 00:58:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But for proof of oral copulation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;687&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:19,000 --&gt; 00:58:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; the prosecution offers this photo as evidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;688&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:24,000 --&gt; 00:58:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The charges take The Doors by surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;689&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:28,000 --&gt; 00:58:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Over a hundred cops had been at the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;690&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:31,000 --&gt; 00:58:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; None had attempted to stop Morrison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;691&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:34,000 --&gt; 00:58:38,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; To John, the only thing they were guilty of was a lousy show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;692&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:38,000 --&gt; 00:58:43,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - I especially thank my fellow citizens who join me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;693&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:43,000 --&gt; 00:58:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But a wave of conservatism is sweeping the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;694&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:45,000 --&gt; 00:58:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - For over five months, our community has been subjected...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;695&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:48,000 --&gt; 00:58:52,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Decency rallies are held, specifically targeting The Doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;696&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:52,000 --&gt; 00:58:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - The people of Dade County have said "Enough, enough, enough!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;697&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:58:58,000 --&gt; 00:59:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Even the rock and roll press turns against them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;698&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:00,000 --&gt; 00:59:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ...to break its contract and cancel two concerts of The Doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;699&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:05,000 --&gt; 00:59:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Radio stations stop playing The Doors' music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;700&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:08,000 --&gt; 00:59:10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ...performances would be obnoxious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;701&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:10,000 --&gt; 00:59:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And one by one, every remaining city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;702&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:13,000 --&gt; 00:59:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; on The Doors' first major tour gets canceled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;703&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:19,000 --&gt; 00:59:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Finally, on April 4 of 1969 Jim Morrison surrenders to the FBI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;704&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:28,000 --&gt; 00:59:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The trial starts in August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;705&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:30,000 --&gt; 00:59:33,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray, Robby and John testify in Jim's defense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;706&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:33,000 --&gt; 00:59:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; All of them deny seeing Jim expose himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;707&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:37,000 --&gt; 00:59:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Jim, you're facing 3 1/2 years in state prison for the Miami incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;708&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:41,000 --&gt; 00:59:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The scope of this trial goes way beyond rock and roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;709&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:44,000 --&gt; 00:59:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's really about the first amendment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;710&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:46,000 --&gt; 00:59:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - What we're testing down there is the...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;711&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:49,000 --&gt; 00:59:53,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Issue of artistic freedom of expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;712&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:53,000 --&gt; 00:59:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But the prosecutor, Terrence McWilliams, seems preoccupied with sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;713&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00:59:58,000 --&gt; 01:00:01,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He keeps returning to the oral copulation charge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;714&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:01,000 --&gt; 01:00:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim explains he was down on his knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;715&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:03,000 --&gt; 01:00:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; simply to admire Robby's intricate finger work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;716&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:08,000 --&gt; 01:00:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; McWilliams scoffs, saying Jim must have seen Robby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;717&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:11,000 --&gt; 01:00:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; perform this solo hundreds of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;718&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:14,000 --&gt; 01:00:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim replies, "Well, Robby gets better and better all the time".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;719&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:19,000 --&gt; 01:00:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Although a comedy of errors, trial is no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;720&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:24,000 --&gt; 01:00:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; On October 30 of 1969,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;721&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:27,000 --&gt; 01:00:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Morrison is found guilty of profanity and indecent exposure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;722&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:31,000 --&gt; 01:00:42,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Jim, you have anything to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;723&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:42,000 --&gt; 01:00:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Judge Murray Goodman sentences Jim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;724&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:44,000 --&gt; 01:00:50,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; to four months of hard labor in the Dade county jail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;725&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:50,000 --&gt; 01:00:53,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Doors' attorney quickly files an appeal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;726&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:53,000 --&gt; 01:00:55,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but the uncertainty of its outcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;727&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:55,000 --&gt; 01:00:59,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; throws The Doors into an uneasy state of limbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;728&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00:59,000 --&gt; 01:01:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Morrison takes it the hardest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;729&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:01:05,000 --&gt; 01:01:09,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's more than just fear of spending time in a deep-southern jail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;730&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:01:09,000 --&gt; 01:02:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's as if he's suddenly realized he's not invincible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;731&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:02:05,000 --&gt; 01:02:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Like Morrison, the country's innocence is being tested as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;732&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:02:11,000 --&gt; 01:02:15,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A spasm of violence ripples throughout the decade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;733&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:02:15,000 --&gt; 01:02:21,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and it continues to be reflected in The Doors' music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;734&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:02:21,000 --&gt; 01:02:25,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Morrison believes violence is an American tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;735&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:02:25,000 --&gt; 01:02:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Its citizens are addicted to it and enchanted by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;736&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:02:34,000 --&gt; 01:02:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Doors had passed on Woodstock,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;737&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:02:36,000 --&gt; 01:02:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; so in 1970, while still waiting on their Miami appeal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;738&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:02:40,000 --&gt; 01:02:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; they fly to a small island off the coast of England.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;739&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:02:44,000 --&gt; 01:02:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The concert at The Isle of Wight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;740&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:02:46,000 --&gt; 01:02:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; is intended to be a fusion of spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;741&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:02:48,000 --&gt; 01:02:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and the world's best rock musicians,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;742&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:02:51,000 --&gt; 01:02:55,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but fans feel the concert should be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;743&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:02:55,000 --&gt; 01:03:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Police and promoters disagree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;744&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:03:13,000 --&gt; 01:03:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This Is The End, Beautiful Friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;745&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:03:22,000 --&gt; 01:03:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This Is The End, My Only Friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;746&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:03:32,000 --&gt; 01:03:39,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Of Our Elaborate Plans,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;747&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:03:39,000 --&gt; 01:03:53,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Of Everything That Stands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;748&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:03:53,000 --&gt; 01:04:09,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'll  ever Look Into YourNEyes Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;749&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:04:09,000 --&gt; 01:04:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Can You Picture What We'll Be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;750&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:04:14,000 --&gt; 01:04:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So Limitless And Free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;751&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:04:20,000 --&gt; 01:04:23,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Desperately In Need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;752&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:04:23,000 --&gt; 01:04:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; For Some Stranger's Hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;753&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:04:28,000 --&gt; 01:04:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In A Desperate Land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;754&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:04:40,000 --&gt; 01:04:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My thanks to all of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;755&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:04:41,000 --&gt; 01:04:42,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and now it's on to Chicago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;756&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:04:42,000 --&gt; 01:05:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and let's win there! Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;757&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:05:06,000 --&gt; 01:05:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Come Ride With Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;758&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:05:11,000 --&gt; 01:05:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; cross The Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;759&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:05:16,000 --&gt; 01:05:39,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Endlessly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;760&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:05:39,000 --&gt; 01:05:47,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Woke Up This Morning, Got The Crossroads On My Mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;761&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:05:47,000 --&gt; 01:05:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Well, I Woke Up This Morning, Got The Crossroads On My Mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;762&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:05:56,000 --&gt; 01:06:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Take A Walk With Me, Everything Will Work Out Fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;763&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:06:03,000 --&gt; 01:06:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Well, I Woke Up This Morning, Got The H-Bomb On My Mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;764&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:06:12,000 --&gt; 01:06:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Take A Walk With Me And Everything Will Be All Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;765&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:06:16,000 --&gt; 01:07:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; All Right! Ride That Train! Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;766&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:07:22,000 --&gt; 01:07:33,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; By late 1970, the dream that had stirred an entire generation officially ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;767&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:07:33,000 --&gt; 01:07:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Charles Manson's use of LSD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;768&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:07:35,000 --&gt; 01:07:38,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; had not led him to enlightenment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;769&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:07:38,000 --&gt; 01:07:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but into madness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;770&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:07:41,000 --&gt; 01:07:48,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And a new president removes all hope for change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;771&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:07:48,000 --&gt; 01:07:52,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim's deeply affected by the deaths of Hendrix and Joplin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;772&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:07:52,000 --&gt; 01:07:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He jokes to friends: "They're looking at number three".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;773&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:07:58,000 --&gt; 01:08:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Michael McClure helps change his mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;774&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:08:00,000 --&gt; 01:08:02,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; With his support,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;775&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:08:02,000 --&gt; 01:08:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Simon and Schuster publishes the first collection of Jim's poems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;776&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:08:07,000 --&gt; 01:08:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The book becomes one of Morrison's proudest accomplishments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;777&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:08:13,000 --&gt; 01:08:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Nothing", he says, "is as eternal as poetry and song".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;778&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:08:28,000 --&gt; 01:08:34,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; As the country enters the new decade, The Doors start over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;779&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:08:34,000 --&gt; 01:08:38,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Morrison Hotel had been another step away from the mainstream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;780&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:08:38,000 --&gt; 01:08:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It took them back to their roots - the blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;781&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:08:45,000 --&gt; 01:08:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It went gold in 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;782&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:08:49,000 --&gt; 01:08:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Despite the disaster of Miami,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;783&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:08:51,000 --&gt; 01:08:55,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jack Holzman encourages them to make another album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;784&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:08:55,000 --&gt; 01:08:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But some things stay the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;785&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:08:58,000 --&gt; 01:09:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim shows up late and drunk, only now, he's added cocaine to the mix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;786&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:09:05,000 --&gt; 01:09:10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The band is alternately bored and furious at Jim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;787&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:09:10,000 --&gt; 01:09:14,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Rothchild falls asleep at the console.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;788&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:09:14,000 --&gt; 01:09:21,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He tries to motivate the band by accusing them of playing cocktail music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;789&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:09:21,000 --&gt; 01:09:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Rothchild finally realizes it's time for him to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;790&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:09:26,000 --&gt; 01:09:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; His parting words to The Doors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;791&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:09:28,000 --&gt; 01:09:35,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "The only way you'll survive is if you make this record yourselves".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;792&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:09:35,000 --&gt; 01:09:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Shocked by his departure, The Doors turn to Bruce Botnick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;793&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:09:40,000 --&gt; 01:09:50,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Botnick urges the band to just play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;794&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:09:50,000 --&gt; 01:09:53,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; To John, it's like they're back in the garage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;795&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:09:53,000 --&gt; 01:10:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; back to the four of them just playing music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;796&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:10:03,000 --&gt; 01:10:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's John's idea to slow down the middle of LA Woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;797&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:10:07,000 --&gt; 01:10:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim comes up with a phrase he wants to repeat over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;798&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:10:11,000 --&gt; 01:10:15,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; After they record it, Jim scribbles something on a piece of paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;799&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:10:15,000 --&gt; 01:10:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and shows it to the group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;800&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:10:16,000 --&gt; 01:11:09,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Mr. Mojo Risin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;801&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:11:09,000 --&gt; 01:11:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They record quickly, doing several songs a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;802&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:11:13,000 --&gt; 01:11:15,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; To help keep Morrison interested,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;803&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:11:15,000 --&gt; 01:11:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Botnick brings in Jerry Scheff, Elvis' bass player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;804&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:11:20,000 --&gt; 01:11:23,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The band wants Love Her Madly to be the first single,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;805&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:11:23,000 --&gt; 01:11:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but Robby resists, calling his own song too commercial for The Doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;806&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:11:30,000 --&gt; 01:11:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; His choice is Riders On The Storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;807&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:11:45,000 --&gt; 01:11:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Riders On The Storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;808&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:11:54,000 --&gt; 01:11:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Into This House We're Born,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;809&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:11:58,000 --&gt; 01:12:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Into This World We're Thrown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;810&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:12:03,000 --&gt; 01:12:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Like A Dog Without A Bone, An Actor Out On Loan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;811&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:12:08,000 --&gt; 01:12:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Riders On The Storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;812&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:12:12,000 --&gt; 01:12:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; There's A Killer On The Road,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;813&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:12:16,000 --&gt; 01:12:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; His Brain Is Squirming Like A Toad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;814&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:12:22,000 --&gt; 01:12:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Take A Long Holiday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;815&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:12:27,000 --&gt; 01:12:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Let Your Children Play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;816&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:12:31,000 --&gt; 01:12:33,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; If You Give This Man A Ride,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;817&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:12:33,000 --&gt; 01:12:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sweet Memory Will Die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;818&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:12:36,000 --&gt; 01:13:24,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Killer On The Road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;819&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:13:24,000 --&gt; 01:13:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It takes just over a week to record the entire album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;820&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:13:29,000 --&gt; 01:13:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Once again, all songs are credited to The Doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;821&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:13:36,000 --&gt; 01:13:38,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; On December 8, 1970,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;822&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:13:38,000 --&gt; 01:13:43,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim Morrison celebrates his birthday by recording his own poetry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;823&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:13:43,000 --&gt; 01:13:47,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  - He Was No Private, For He Could Not Be Sold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;824&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:13:47,000 --&gt; 01:13:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He Was Only A Man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;825&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:13:49,000 --&gt; 01:13:52,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And His Dedication Extended To The Last Degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;826&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:13:52,000 --&gt; 01:13:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Poor, Pretentious Soldier, Come Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;827&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:13:58,000 --&gt; 01:14:00,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He's 27.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;828&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:14:00,000 --&gt; 01:14:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Friends can't believe the change in only 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;829&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:14:06,000 --&gt; 01:14:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The poetry session snaps him out of a depression,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;830&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:14:08,000 --&gt; 01:14:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and he agrees to perform live with The Doors again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;831&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:14:13,000 --&gt; 01:14:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; On December 12th, they play New Orleans, introducing the new songs from LA Woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;832&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:14:19,000 --&gt; 01:14:23,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; For a moment, the old Morrison appears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;833&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:14:23,000 --&gt; 01:14:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Then he sits down on stage and doesn't get up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;834&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:14:29,000 --&gt; 01:14:44,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It is here Ray says he sees all of Jim's psychic energy leave his body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;835&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:14:44,000 --&gt; 01:14:49,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A few days later, Pam Courson returns to LA from a vacation in Paris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;836&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:14:49,000 --&gt; 01:14:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She discovers Jim sleeping with a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;837&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:14:51,000 --&gt; 01:14:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who claims they were married in a pagan witch ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;838&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:14:56,000 --&gt; 01:15:03,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But the witch flies back to New York, and Jim goes back to Pam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;839&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:03,000 --&gt; 01:15:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She still envisions a life for the two of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;840&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:05,000 --&gt; 01:15:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; that starts with Jim leaving The Doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;841&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:11,000 --&gt; 01:15:12,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He'll stay home and write poetry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;842&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:12,000 --&gt; 01:15:17,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; while she runs an exclusive clothing boutique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;843&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:17,000 --&gt; 01:15:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Just after the band finishes mixing LA Woman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;844&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:20,000 --&gt; 01:15:25,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim announces he and Pam are moving to Paris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;845&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:25,000 --&gt; 01:15:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He'll relax for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;846&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:27,000 --&gt; 01:15:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He'll quit drinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;847&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:29,000 --&gt; 01:15:33,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He'll concentrate on his poetry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;848&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:33,000 --&gt; 01:15:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ray asks when he's coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;849&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:36,000 --&gt; 01:15:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim just shrugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;850&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:40,000 --&gt; 01:15:42,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; On April 17, 1971,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;851&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:42,000 --&gt; 01:15:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; with the Miami conviction still hanging over him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;852&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:15:45,000 --&gt; 01:16:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim flies to Paris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;853&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:06,000 --&gt; 01:16:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; For a while, things go according to plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;854&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:11,000 --&gt; 01:16:15,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim does concentrate on his poetry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;855&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:15,000 --&gt; 01:16:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He shaves his beard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;856&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:18,000 --&gt; 01:16:20,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He wanders the streets alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;857&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:20,000 --&gt; 01:16:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; visiting the cemetery at Pere Lachaise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;858&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:22,000 --&gt; 01:16:28,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; where Chopin, Oscar Wilde and Edith Piaf are buried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;859&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:28,000 --&gt; 01:16:33,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He develops a persistent cough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;860&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:33,000 --&gt; 01:16:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Back home, Elektra releases LA Woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;861&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:36,000 --&gt; 01:16:42,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Critics call it "The Doors' comeback album".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;862&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:42,000 --&gt; 01:16:46,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When his cough worsens, Pam takes him to the doctor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;863&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:46,000 --&gt; 01:16:52,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; who strongly urges Morrison to quit drinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;864&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:52,000 --&gt; 01:16:54,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; As he roams the city,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;865&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:54,000 --&gt; 01:16:57,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; he carries his notebooks in a white plastic shopping bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;866&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:16:57,000 --&gt; 01:17:04,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They're filled with fragments of song lyrics and poetry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;867&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:17:04,000 --&gt; 01:17:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But the solitude of the writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;868&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:17:06,000 --&gt; 01:17:15,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; offers little of the kick he knows so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;869&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:17:15,000 --&gt; 01:17:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; One day, Jim makes a phone call home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;870&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:17:19,000 --&gt; 01:17:23,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; John Densmore is surprised to hear from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;871&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:17:23,000 --&gt; 01:17:29,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim says he's thinking of coming home to make another album with The Doors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;872&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:17:29,000 --&gt; 01:17:33,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but John can tell his voice is slurred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;873&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:17:33,000 --&gt; 01:17:37,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And one night, after hours of heavy drinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;874&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:17:37,000 --&gt; 01:17:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jim says he doesn't feel well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;875&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:17:41,000 --&gt; 01:17:43,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He takes a bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;876&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:17:43,000 --&gt; 01:17:47,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; After calling out to Pam, "Are you still there?",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;877&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:17:47,000 --&gt; 01:18:07,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; he dies in the bathtub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;878&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:18:07,000 --&gt; 01:18:16,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Before You Slip Into Unconsciousness, I'd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;879&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:18:16,000 --&gt; 01:18:21,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Like To Have Another Kiss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;880&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:18:21,000 --&gt; 01:18:30,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Another Flashing Chance At Bliss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;881&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:18:30,000 --&gt; 01:18:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Another Kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;882&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:18:45,000 --&gt; 01:18:51,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Days Are Bright And Filled With Pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;883&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:18:51,000 --&gt; 01:18:56,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Enclose Me In Your Gentle Rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;884&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:18:56,000 --&gt; 01:19:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Time You Ran Was Too Insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;885&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:19:05,000 --&gt; 01:19:19,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We'll Meet Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;886&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:19:19,000 --&gt; 01:19:22,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Vietnam war finally ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;887&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:19:22,000 --&gt; 01:19:27,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The youth movement fades away, not to reappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;888&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:19:27,000 --&gt; 01:19:32,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But that flash of protest, however brief, was real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;889&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:19:32,000 --&gt; 01:19:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It forged the consciousness of a whole generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;890&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:19:36,000 --&gt; 01:19:41,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Oh, Tell Me Where Your Freedom Lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;891&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:19:41,000 --&gt; 01:19:47,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Streets Are Fields That Never Dies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;892&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:19:47,000 --&gt; 01:19:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Deliver Me From Reasons Why You'd Rather Cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;893&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:19:58,000 --&gt; 01:20:05,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'd Rather Fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;894&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:20:05,000 --&gt; 01:20:08,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; To some, Jim was a poet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;895&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:20:08,000 --&gt; 01:20:13,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; his soul trapped between heaven and hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;896&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:20:13,000 --&gt; 01:20:18,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; To others, he was just another rock star who crashed and burned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;897&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:20:18,000 --&gt; 01:20:26,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But this much is true - you can't burn out if you're not on fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;898&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:20:26,000 --&gt; 01:20:31,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Crystal Ship Is Being Filled,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;899&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:20:31,000 --&gt; 01:20:36,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A Thousand Girls, A Thousand Thrills...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;900&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:20:36,000 --&gt; 01:20:40,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He would take his father another 10 years to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;901&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:20:40,000 --&gt; 01:20:45,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "My son had a unique genius which he expressed without compromise".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;902&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:20:45,000 --&gt; 01:20:58,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When We Get Back, I'll Drop A Line...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;903&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:20:58,000 --&gt; 01:21:01,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Doors were together for 54 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;904&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:21:01,000 --&gt; 01:21:06,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They've sold over 80 million albums worldwide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;905&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:21:06,000 --&gt; 01:21:09,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They still sell a million albums a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;906&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:21:09,000 --&gt; 01:25:11,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; As of this date, none of their songs has been used in a car commercial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;907&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:25:11,000 --&gt; 01:25:15,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; These subtitles have been combined, revised and translated to Russian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;908&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:25:15,000 --&gt; 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Melek Göregenli bir şey anlattı; işte üniversitesinde genç insanların yaptığı bir toplantıda, katılanlara sorulmuş; “eşcinsel evlilikleri onaylar mısın?” Bir takım insanlar el kaldırmış. Sonra bir takım tartışmalar sürdükten sonra bir kez daha sorulmuş bu sefer. Hani nasıl bir aşama kaydedildi, hani bir konuşma sonucu bakalım neler değişti? Yine aynı insanlar el kaldırmış. Bütün her şey burada çok kötü bağlanıyor. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(...) Bir hanım gazetecinin zamanında “canım işte eşcinselliğe bir itirazımız yok ama artık yani bilmem ney de yapmasınlar” şeklinde bir yazı yazdığını ve ben de ona yazıyla cevap verdiğimde çok şaşırdığını ve çok öfkelendiğini hatırlıyorum. Çünkü o kendisini çok yüce gönüllü, bana ve bütün eşcinsellere bir hayat alanı tanıyan bir anne gibi hissediyordu. Dolayısıyla ben de bu bana uzatmış olduğu eli huysuzca iten bir edepsiz ibneydim. (...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onay beklemek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(...) Açılmak insanın kendisi içindir. İnsanın kendisi gibi olanlar içindir. İnsan dünyaya açılmaz. Yani illa da gidecem de annemin onayını alacam, illa da anneme açılacam, işte onlar anlayana kadar birbirimizi yolarak geçireceğiz. Ya da ne bilim, işte gidip şurda açılacam bütün herkesin onayını alacam. Bunun için mücadele edecem. Bence açılmak bunlar değil. Açılmak öncelikle kendinle kurduğun bir ilişkidir. Ve kendin gibilerle kurduğun ilişki biçimidir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolayısıyla onay beklememek, onay beklememeyi öğrenmek çok güç bir şey tabii. Bunun örneklerini Türk siyasetinde de çok görüyoruz. Onay beklemek. Hani bir ara çıkıp biz de kurucu unsurlardanız, biz de Çanakkale’de savaştık diyen Kürtler de mesela onay beklediği için numaracılık yapan Kürtlerdi. Mesela bu da bir siyaset olarak bence çok çirkin bir siyasettir. Ve kendi uğradıkları zulmü kendi elleriyle meşrulaştırma siyasetidir. Çünkü sonuç olarak o Çanakkale’de savaşmadıysan, kurucu unsur değilsen hayatın neresinde yer almayı hakkediyorsun, cevabını vermek lazım. Bu memlekette sadece Türkler ve Kürtler yaşamıyor mesela. (...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimlik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eşcinsellerin de yıllar boyunca çıkıp, biz aslında gayet de efendi, normal, düzgün insanlarız, sizin gibi yaşıyoruz ama, bütün her şeyimiz de sizin gibi, bütün duygularımız, yaşadıklarımız, dertlerimizi de sizin gibi fakat tek farkımız işte yatak eşlerimizi seçerken oluyor. E artık o kadarını da görmezden gelin. Oysa hayır böyle bir şey değil tabii ki bu. Bu bir kimliktir ve bütün kimlikler gibi biricik bir kimliktir. Ama bu kimlikte olmamız sadece bizi bir arada durmaya ve bir aile gibi olmaya yönlendirmiyor. Bunun için başka müttefikler ve hayatın başka alanlarına yönelik itirazlarımızı bir araya getirmemiz gerekiyor. Söz gelimi Ermeni sorunu üstüne fevkalade milliyetçi bir dil tutturan ya da gayet militarist bir dil tutturan Kürt sorunu üstüne bir eşcinselle ben kendimi hiç aile gibi hissetmem, hissetmek zorunda değilim. Çünkü benim onunla ortak olduğum noktanın sadece o cinsel pratik olduğuna inanır hale gelirim. Bu da beni eşcinselliğin sadece cinsel bir pratiğin adı olduğuna inandırmaya sürükler ki bunu reddediyorum. Bütün gücümle reddediyorum çünkü eşcinsellik sadece cinsel bir pratiğin adı değil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eşcinsel bir entelektüelle konuştuk”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;O zamandan itibaren anladım ki bu bir sirktir. Yani bir sirke insan gerekiyor ve sirkte de bir takım ucubeler gerekiyor ve sonuç olarak ne kadar akıllı laflar edersen et, ne kadar makul olursan ol, ne kadar yırtıcı olursan ol sonuç olarak sen orda bir sirk ucubesine çevrileceksin. 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master Plan A Phase I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Felicity&lt;/span&gt; – Twelve fox-years ago, you made a promise to me...&lt;br /&gt;while we were caged inside that fox-trap, that if we survived you would never steal another chicken,&lt;br /&gt;goose, turkey, duck or squab, whatever they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believed you. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you lie to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – Because I'm a wild animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– You're also a husband and a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– I'm trying to tell you the truth about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– I don't care about the truth about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;This story is too predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Predictable? Really?&lt;br /&gt;What happens in the end!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– In the end, we all die...&lt;br /&gt;...unless you change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master Plan B Phase II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Fox&lt;/span&gt; – And now there is only one way out.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I hand myself over and let them kill me,&lt;br /&gt;...stuff me, and hang me over their mantelpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Felicity&lt;/span&gt; – You'll do no such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Darling, maybe they'll let everyone else live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Oh, why did you have to get us into this, Foxy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– I don't know, but I have a possible theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have this thing where I need everybody to think...&lt;br /&gt;I'm the greatest... the quote-unquote fantastic Mr. Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if they aren't completely knocked-out and dazzled,&lt;br /&gt;...and kind of intimidated by me, then...&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foxes traditionally like to court danger, hunt prey and outsmart predators.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I'm actually good at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– I know.&lt;br /&gt;We're wild animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– I guess we always were.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, if I had all this to do over again,&lt;br /&gt;I'd have never let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was always more fun&lt;br /&gt;when we did it together, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– I love you, Felicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– I love you, too.&lt;br /&gt;But I shouldn't have married you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-5213345634067484864?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/5213345634067484864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=5213345634067484864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/5213345634067484864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/5213345634067484864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2010/02/master-plan-ask-evlilik-ve-bilumum.html' title='Master Plan: Aşk, Evlilik ve Bilumum Şeyler Üstüne'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-6002102794846647520</id><published>2010-02-10T09:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:46:18.379+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Who Was Trained Not To Spit On The Fan</title><content type='html'>Pink Floyd  06/07/77  Canada Who Was Trained Not To Spit On The Fan?  @ 320&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Pigs On The Wing (Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;Dogs&lt;br /&gt;Pigs On The Wing (Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;Pigs (Three Different Ones)&lt;br /&gt;Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Parts 1 - 5)&lt;br /&gt;Welcome To The Machine&lt;br /&gt;Have A Cigar&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Parts 6 - 9)&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;Us And Them&lt;br /&gt;Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olympic Stadium (Montreal)&lt;br /&gt;In 1977, Pink Floyd wrapped up their Animals tour at this venue. During the performance, Roger Waters started to sing "Pigs on the Wing 2", but was interrupted by an audience member setting off a firecracker near the stage. He stopped singing and shouted out, "Oh, for fuck's sake. Stop letting off fireworks and shouting and screaming. I'm trying to sing a song." The crowd cheered at this. He continued: "I mean I don't care. If you don't wanna hear it, you know... Fuck you! I'm sure there's a lot of people here who do want to hear it. So why don't you just be quiet... If you wanna let your fireworks off, go outside and let them off out there. And if you wanna shout and scream and holler go and do it out there but... I'm trying to sing a song that some people want to listen to. I want to listen to it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then continued with the song. The situation continued to deteriorate, however, and during "Pigs (Three Different Ones)", Waters watched incredulously as one fan climbed the netting that separated the audience from the band. Out of disgust, Waters spat in the fan's face. Near the end of the show, Pink Floyd guitarist and singer David Gilmour was reported to have walked off the stage in disgust, sitting out the final encore. Following the performance, Waters regretted his actions, and began to lament the separation between the audience and band. It was this which caused Waters to come up with the idea of the critically acclaimed album The Wall. The band would not play at the stadium again until 1988, after Waters' departure, on their A Momentary Lapse of Reason tour. On that occasion, the performance went smoothly. They subsequently returned to the venue on their 1994 The Division Bell tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1977 show has been released as a bootleg, humorously titled "Who Was Trained Not To Spit on the Fan". 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I enjoy reading darvakitler.blogspot.com every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-4608146107391624650?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/4608146107391624650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=4608146107391624650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/4608146107391624650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/4608146107391624650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-u-2n8.html' title='i need u 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blow&lt;br /&gt;8. write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind&lt;br /&gt;9. the unspeakable visions of the individual&lt;br /&gt;10. no time for poetry but exactly what is&lt;br /&gt;11. visionary tics shivering in the chest&lt;br /&gt;12. in tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you&lt;br /&gt;13. remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition&lt;br /&gt;14. like proust be an old teahead of time&lt;br /&gt;15. telling the true story of the world in interior monolog&lt;br /&gt;16. the jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye&lt;br /&gt;17. write in recollection and amazement for yourself&lt;br /&gt;18. work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea&lt;br /&gt;19. accept loss forever&lt;br /&gt;20. believe in the holy contour of life&lt;br /&gt;21. struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind&lt;br /&gt;22. dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better&lt;br /&gt;23. keep track of every day the date 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shake dreams from your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my pretty child, my sweet one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choose the day and choose the sign of your day&lt;br /&gt;the day’s divinity&lt;br /&gt;first thing you see. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fotokopiden cut-off hayat yaratan hikaye. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* j.m&lt;br /&gt;** y. gonzales&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-6742900908425877899?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/6742900908425877899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>they are waiting to take us into&lt;br /&gt;the severed garden.&lt;br /&gt;do you know how pale and wanton thrillful&lt;br /&gt;comes death on a strange hour&lt;br /&gt;unannounced, unplanned for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like a scaring over-friendly guest you've&lt;br /&gt;brought to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death makes angels of us all&lt;br /&gt;and gives us wings&lt;br /&gt;where we had shoulders&lt;br /&gt;smooth as raven's&lt;br /&gt;claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more money, no more fancy dress&lt;br /&gt;this other kingdom seems by far the best&lt;br /&gt;until it's other jaw reveals incest&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loose obedience to a vegetable law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not go&lt;br /&gt;prefer a feast of friends&lt;br /&gt;to the giant family *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* j.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-5721861419122393019?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/5721861419122393019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=5721861419122393019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/5721861419122393019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/5721861419122393019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/07/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-3537210702204805894</id><published>2009-07-04T15:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:18:17.914+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>Change isn’t made by asking permission. Change is made by asking for forgiveness later.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* s.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n: who s going to lead us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-3537210702204805894?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/3537210702204805894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=3537210702204805894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3537210702204805894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3537210702204805894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/07/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-1672933869008073658</id><published>2009-07-04T15:10:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:21:07.179+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>did you know freedom exists&lt;br /&gt;in a school book&lt;br /&gt;did you know madmen are&lt;br /&gt;roaming our prison&lt;br /&gt;within a jail, within a gaol&lt;br /&gt;within a white free protestant&lt;br /&gt;maelstrom&lt;br /&gt;we're perched headlong&lt;br /&gt;on the edge of boredom&lt;br /&gt;we're trying for something&lt;br /&gt;that's already found us *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben hayatım boyunca pranga mahkumiyetinden kaçan köksüz bir ağaç oldum.&lt;br /&gt;ne durmayı ne de aynı yolu geri kat etmeyi severim.&lt;br /&gt;bana sorarsanız gerçek yaşam hiç durmadan dosdoğru denize doğru gitmektir. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hit the road jack ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* j.m.&lt;br /&gt;** j.k.&lt;br /&gt;*** r.c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n: on the road&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-1672933869008073658?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/1672933869008073658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=1672933869008073658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/1672933869008073658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/1672933869008073658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/07/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-8209226934005620233</id><published>2009-05-08T03:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:54:01.699+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kafası'/><title type='text'>C91D0E dar vakitlerde seviştik revisited</title><content type='html'>C91D0E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;312&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;+ Back to the Basics&lt;br /&gt;[10dk]- A simple story&lt;br /&gt;+ MNML - Minimal Typographic Design&lt;br /&gt;+ Lo-Res Design&lt;br /&gt;[.5dk]- Fictional Movie Web Trailer&lt;br /&gt;[10s]- NetArt Experience&lt;br /&gt;+- Visual Market Phase 1: ID Design&lt;br /&gt;[bir telefonuma bakar]- Visual Market Phase 2: Online Campaign&lt;br /&gt;+ All together now: Interface design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;331&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;________Monograph&lt;br /&gt;[5dk]- Cover&lt;br /&gt;+- Pages (dust-jacket, endpaper, half-title, printer’s imprint, title-page, contents, essay, sample divider, plates, chronology)&lt;br /&gt;________PCC&lt;br /&gt;+ Cover&lt;br /&gt;+ Pages&lt;br /&gt;+ Articles&lt;br /&gt;+ FootNotes&lt;br /&gt;________Magazine&lt;br /&gt;+ Cover&lt;br /&gt;[2dk]- Contents&lt;br /&gt;+ Interview&lt;br /&gt;+ Long Article&lt;br /&gt;+ Short Article&lt;br /&gt;+ Next Issue Cover&lt;br /&gt;[faz iki]- Next Issue Cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;332&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;+ Logo&lt;br /&gt;+- Concept Text&lt;br /&gt;+- Map&lt;br /&gt;+ Billboard Poster&lt;br /&gt;[YAPITA 4.5dk]- Board Poster&lt;br /&gt;[Kadir]- Building Façade&lt;br /&gt;[Kadir'in babası]- Signage System: Borders&lt;br /&gt;[Iphone]- Signage System: Wayfinding&lt;br /&gt;[Kaan 2+1+.5+12+000000.1 sn]- Signage System: Labels&lt;br /&gt;[faz999]- Alt. Outdoor Media: MO&lt;br /&gt;[yalan olur]- Alt. Outdoor Media: Exhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;401&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[aydan once son cikis]- Project&lt;br /&gt;[uyudum, sevgilim yok]- Presentation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-8209226934005620233?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/8209226934005620233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=8209226934005620233' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/8209226934005620233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/8209226934005620233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/05/c91d0e-dar-vakitlerde-sevistik.html' title='C91D0E dar vakitlerde seviştik revisited'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-3134344212018466832</id><published>2009-04-04T03:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T03:59:56.573+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>mutfakta biri mi var esprisi</title><content type='html'>mutfağımın bir köşesinde oluşan bir delikte fare olduğunu sandığım bir canlı yaşıyor. o delik oluşana dek mutfak kapımın içinden gelen sesin 'tahta kurdu' hayvanından geldiği konusunda herkes hemfikirdi. o hayvanın nasıl olup da o kadar çok gürültü çıkardığını bilemiyorum ama nâmı boyutunun kat be kat fazlası olan bir canlı olduğu konusunda eminim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sürünerek yaklaşma ve karanlıkta sessiz dinleme operasyonlarımda delikteki canlıyla göz göze geldim ya da geldiğimi sandım. fare gibi geldi bana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o deliğin çıkabileceği kadar geniş olup olmadığı konusunda da emin değilim ama o delikten çıkmasını istemediğime eminim. bu yüzden kalıcı bir çözüm düşünme seanslarım sona erene kadar yarısını kestiğim bir pet şişeyi deliğe sıkıştırdım. &lt;br /&gt;- böylece gelen gürültünün periyodundan kendisi üstünde hani bir nevi deney de yapıyor gibiyim, bir yandan bankayı gözetleyen hırsız gibiyim. ne desen haklısın- :otostopçunun galaksi rehberi espirisi: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delikten zehirli bir yiyecek sarkıtsam ve onu ölüme mi terketsem acaba? çok hunharca. kapan, bubi tuzağı vs. kurup dışarı çıkmasını beklesem ve yakaladığım hayvanı, evime delikten giren hayvanı, kapımdan kapı dışarı mı etsem? bu durumda ya kaçarsa ya da aslında dışarı çıkmadığı/çıkamadığı halde ben mutfağımda bir ilaçlı, yemli bir tuzakla günlerce acaba çıktı mı, sesi neden çıkmıyor bu gece filan gibi endişelere gark olursam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bir canlıyı öldürmek ne kadar garip bir his. acaba korktuğumuz şeyleri mi öldürüyoruz? korktuğumuz için mi öldürüyoruz? bs'ın bahsettiği sevdiklerimizi öldürme meselesinin arkasında sevdiklerimizden korkmamız mı yatıyor? arıyı, böceği öldürürsün, çünkü korkarsın gizli gizli. (ben gerçi arı da öldüremiyorum, korkmadığımdan değil, o kadar çok korkuyorum ki öldüremiyorum bile. kaideyi bozan korkuların içinde allah korkusu, öldürmenin içinde de ölüm korkusu yatıyor galba.) - o zaman ölüm korkusu = öldürme (tanım) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. neden korkayım ki, korkmuyorum ben, diye mi acaba öldürmeye yanaşmıyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikincisi; korkmamalıyım, bir canlıdan niye korkmalıyım ki, onun dünyasıyla neden barışık yaşayamıyorum ki, diye mi kendime yediremiyorum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü3, bu fareyi aslında sevmiyorum da o yüzden mi öldürmüyorum acaba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of bilemiyorum kafam çok karışık. nolcak ya bu hayvanın hali, rabbim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-3134344212018466832?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/3134344212018466832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=3134344212018466832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3134344212018466832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3134344212018466832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/04/mutfakta-biri-mi-var-esprisi.html' title='mutfakta biri mi var esprisi'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-8787816645695887731</id><published>2009-03-10T01:28:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:44:21.191+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>hop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWmSM1ETgI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KhbiPL8IKDY/s1600-h/hop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWmSM1ETgI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KhbiPL8IKDY/s400/hop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311334167165029890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWmRj1c5RI/AAAAAAAAAus/-kJ_9Mq6YZY/s1600-h/r3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWmRj1c5RI/AAAAAAAAAus/-kJ_9Mq6YZY/s400/r3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311334156160787730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWpxpdC2CI/AAAAAAAAAvE/EsgdXaSOydg/s1600-h/r3_detay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWpxpdC2CI/AAAAAAAAAvE/EsgdXaSOydg/s400/r3_detay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311338005959727138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vincent van gogh&lt;br /&gt;once said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination;&lt;br /&gt;do not become the slave of your model."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-8787816645695887731?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/8787816645695887731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=8787816645695887731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/8787816645695887731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/8787816645695887731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/03/hop.html' title='hop'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWmSM1ETgI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KhbiPL8IKDY/s72-c/hop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-8844504153486034643</id><published>2009-03-10T00:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:45:45.898+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>tüm msn hayvancıkları birleşin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWcnfShv3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/PMR57ZOzX4U/s1600-h/togetherwestand_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 366px; border: 0px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWcnfShv3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/PMR57ZOzX4U/s400/togetherwestand_r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311323537781407602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- invite to conversation.&lt;br /&gt;- yapalı bayağı oluyor. websitesi hoş beş yapcaktım hesapta. dursun burda. 1 mayıs'a kadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. ne banner-ı alla'şkına.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-8844504153486034643?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/8844504153486034643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=8844504153486034643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/8844504153486034643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/8844504153486034643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/03/tum-banner-hayvancklar-birlesin.html' title='tüm msn hayvancıkları birleşin!'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWcnfShv3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/PMR57ZOzX4U/s72-c/togetherwestand_r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-7169743795160000531</id><published>2009-03-10T00:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:43:09.676+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>altshift2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWa8--MWeI/AAAAAAAAAuM/kISpmd_edLg/s1600-h/akin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWa8--MWeI/AAAAAAAAAuM/kISpmd_edLg/s400/akin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311321708040051170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWa9BZZZwI/AAAAAAAAAuU/waF8cv80XOM/s1600-h/burak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWa9BZZZwI/AAAAAAAAAuU/waF8cv80XOM/s400/burak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311321708691023618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWa9klXl4I/AAAAAAAAAuc/iatvvLZ6sTw/s1600-h/ilkim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWa9klXl4I/AAAAAAAAAuc/iatvvLZ6sTw/s400/ilkim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311321718136477570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-7169743795160000531?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/7169743795160000531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=7169743795160000531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/7169743795160000531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/7169743795160000531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/03/altshift-2.html' title='altshift&lt;sub&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWa8--MWeI/AAAAAAAAAuM/kISpmd_edLg/s72-c/akin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-234133192891263559</id><published>2009-03-10T00:23:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:46:11.643+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='va'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWajEbHGJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/xhA7vRUwg2A/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px; border:0px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWajEbHGJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/xhA7vRUwg2A/s400/d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311321262826920082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-234133192891263559?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/234133192891263559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=234133192891263559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/234133192891263559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/234133192891263559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/03/d.html' title='d'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SbWajEbHGJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/xhA7vRUwg2A/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-3163880635656356356</id><published>2009-03-06T02:22:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T02:31:35.216+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>paranoya</title><content type='html'>önce günün tespiti: tumblr daha iyi bir blog kafası gibi görünüyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;üç adet paranoyam var:&lt;br /&gt;- ya yahudiler nefilimse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ya dünyayı kadınlar denetliyorsa?&lt;br /&gt; (kendilerinin daha aptal olduğu inancını kuracak kadar zeki olmaları)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ya balina, fil ve panda ermiş hayvanlarsa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;üçünün bende odaklanan tek ortak noktası, olamayacağım şeyler olmaları.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonnot: ortaklaşan herhangi bir kaç şey artık (:yaklaşık olarak bu zamanlar) bir düzleme de ihtiyaç duyuyor. (papervisionesk view)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-3163880635656356356?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/3163880635656356356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=3163880635656356356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3163880635656356356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3163880635656356356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/03/paranoya.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-3155571238181451389</id><published>2009-02-25T01:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:50:20.260+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>Click here to like this item</title><content type='html'>!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-3155571238181451389?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/3155571238181451389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=3155571238181451389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3155571238181451389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3155571238181451389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/02/click-here-to-like-this-item.html' title='Click here to like this item'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-7062023532202695857</id><published>2009-02-25T00:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:01:54.729+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>Reklamcılık ve Artilik</title><content type='html'>Benim "ve" olduğum denklem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bazı arkadaşlarım var, "sen var yo olm, reklamcılık da yarmışsın, ali taran gelse almazsın" diyolar, bir kısım daha çok iş arkadaşım var "yok ya, çok arti oldu bu" diyolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sikeyim denklemi istanbul 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-7062023532202695857?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/7062023532202695857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=7062023532202695857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/7062023532202695857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pointer; width: 491px; height: 656px;" src="http://www.stephan-balleux.com/images/60.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bu yüze bakın, kendinizi göreceksiniz"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-2730124442370583521?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/2730124442370583521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=2730124442370583521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/2730124442370583521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/2730124442370583521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/02/bu-yuze-bakn-kendinizi-goreceksiniz.html' title='Güneş&apos;in Oğlu'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-6135163299087551482</id><published>2009-02-19T01:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:06:57.820+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>etme bulma dünyası</title><content type='html'>küçükken, annemin dedikodu yaptığı bir mahalleliyle muhabbetini sonlandırmak istediğinde kullandığı laflardan biriydi. "eh işte eminanım, etme bulma dünyası" buradaki hanım saygıdan ziyade ben görmüş geçirmiş bir aileden geliyorum için ikamet ediyordu. yoksa annem hovardalık yapan kiracı hanımı kovduğu gibi kovardı onu da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benim için bu etme bulma dünyası, ne ekersen onu biçersin ve daha sonraları karma ile bandıld geldi. babam çiftçilikten gelmeydi. her yaz dönüm bönüm topraklardan gelen ve bir kaç boyunca her yeri sapsarı yapan buğday döğülürdü. yaz benim için o yüzden sadece ilkokul 2 kitapları yüzünden değil, sahiden sarıydı. yaz sarıdır. o yüzden yarımküreler hep kafamı bulandırır. bir tartışmada hep atılırım ya öteki yarımküre?! diye. ilk travmalarımdan birini haykırıyorum ama kimse duymuyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uzun süre en entelektüel halimle geldiğim noktada "pay it forward" olan bu sözün, "sıkıldım", "hadi bize müsaade" bağlacı olarak kullanan annemin mizacıyla arasındaki gizli mesajı çözmeyi başaramadım. ta ki arzu tramvayını seyredinceye kadar. şimdi komşumuz arzu'abla 'dan bahsetmenin tam sırası ancak sonra gelsin o... film bu hikayede figüran rolüne sahip olsa da ihtiras tramvayı adında da gösterildiğini öğrenmemle, annemin neden bahsettiğini anladım: etme bulma dünyası, ihtiras dünyasıydı. o yüzden kendisi çok ihtiraslıydı.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arzularımın ihtirasa dönüştüğü anlarda kendimde taşıdığımdır. sanırım beni keyifli, inatçı, mücadeleci, hırslı, narsisist ve cazibeli yapan da odur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-6135163299087551482?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/6135163299087551482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=6135163299087551482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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anlatmak istemiş" kafasıyla yaklaşmak istiyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaman, mekan, öykü tarifi yaparak giriyor. elinde güvendiği bir dize var. motivasyonunu korumak ve kendini sarsarak daha güçlü ifadeler bulmak için bir kaç kere kullanmaktan da çekinmiyor: "ben sende bütün aşklarımı temize çektim." şiiri yazıya geçirmeye karar vermesiyle, bu dizeyi bulması muhtemelen aynı anlara denk geliyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"şimdi biz neyiz biliyor musun?" ile bir tıkanmaya giriyor. eyvah eyvah çıkamayacağım oluyor. ama tam o sırada reme geçiyor. ve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kitaplara sarılmak, dostlarla konuşmak,&lt;br /&gt;yazıya oturup&lt;br /&gt;sonu gelmeyen cümleler kurmak,&lt;br /&gt;camdan dışarı bakıp puslu şarkılar mırıldanmak...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;ile başlıyor. ilişkiyi tarif ettiği, ilişkiden, ayrılıktan geriye kalanı tasvir etmeye çalıştığı kısımlarda oldukça akıcı gidiyor. imgeler basitleşip, dan dan dökülüyor, gittikçe yükselen bir tempoyla içindeki yarayı deşiyor. bilemeyiz tabi ama sahici bir öykü anlatıyor, sanki bir yaşanmışlığı masaya yatırıyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lakin bir noktaya geliyor ki, tükeniyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bu şiire başladığımda nerde,&lt;br /&gt;şimdi nerdeyim?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belli ki bir son planlamış ve o plana gidemeden kaybolmuş. ama görkemli bir final de yaratabildiğini düşünmüyor. final değil bu olsa olsa sızı olur. bundan sonra tavanda gözlerini gezdiren, parmağını çenesine götürüp düşünmeyi anime eden bir insan gibi metafor yaratmaya çalışıyor. hızlı ve akıcı bir konuşmaya başlayıp insanların dikkatini çektikten sonra, konuşmasının finalini bulamayan insan gibi, finali bulana kadar oyalamaya çalışıyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final buralarda bir yerlerde olabilir. arıyor arıyor, ama şiir akıcılığını yitirip ağdalılaşmaya başlıyor ve zorlama metaforlara doğru yol alıyor. acemi şairlere esin kaynağı olan kelime dizilimleri, çağrışımlar yaratmaktan başka bir şey yapmıyor. bir süre oyalandıktan sonra madem öyle bu tarif edememe ve tıkanma halini sorgulayayım, oradan sanatın yetersizliğinden dem vurayım da bitsin diyor, demiş, olabilir, neden olmasın. ve "tüm bunları açıklamakta yetersiz kalan, ah sanat!" gibi final olarak anılabilecek ama böyle bir şiir için ortalama bir sona ulaşıyor. belki de planladığı son budur. şair burada sonraki kuşaklara sanatın ne kadar yüce olursa olsun, sanatın da tıkanabileceğini anlatmak istiyor olabilir belki. ancak her yazdığından sonra "hala en büyük eserimi yazamadım" diyen yazar gibi sanatın kendisine yöneltilen önemli ama klişe sorunsala ulaşıyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah aşk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-584945688250491756?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/584945688250491756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=584945688250491756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/584945688250491756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/584945688250491756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/02/yalnz-bir-opera.html' title='yalnız bir opera'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-5205218488501314925</id><published>2009-02-15T03:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:39:30.450+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>hitchcock demiş ki;</title><content type='html'>"Drama is life with the dull bits left out."&lt;br /&gt;"Drama hayatın sıkıcı yanlarının çıkarılmış halidir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(unsourced)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/w/index.php?title=Peter_Conrad_%28academic%29&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Peter Conrad (academic) (not yet written)"&gt;Peter Conrad&lt;/a&gt; diye bi adam da Hitchcock için şöyle diyo:&lt;br /&gt;"Like &lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Sigmund_Freud" title="Sigmund Freud"&gt;Freud&lt;/a&gt;, Hitchcock diagnosed the discontents that chafe and rankle beneath the decorum of civilization. Like &lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Pablo_Picasso" title="Pablo Picasso"&gt;Picasso&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Salvador_Dal%C3%AD" title="Salvador Dalí"&gt;Dali&lt;/a&gt;, he registered the phenomenological threat of an abruptly modernised world. — "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madem öyle ben de ileri geri konuşiim.&lt;br /&gt;Hitchcock, sinemanın haritasının kodlarını, lejandını yazdı.&lt;br /&gt;Bize de sıkıcı taraflarını çıkardığı halini sundu sanıyorum. Komik değilse de, müstehziymiş. Otobüse binen adam olarak göründüğü sahne gözümün önünden gitmez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Güldürürken düşündürmek dedikleri şey işte. seni kirkor seni..&lt;br /&gt;Müstehzi münzevi Hitchcock başlıklı bu kitap sizi evinizden alıp evinize bırakacak. Tam muamele, 360 derece hizmet verecektir. Parası olmayana sauna parası hediye edecektir. Valla billa yeminle alın bu kitabı.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(arka kapaktan)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-5205218488501314925?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/5205218488501314925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=5205218488501314925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/5205218488501314925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/5205218488501314925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/02/hitchcock-demis-ki.html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SZDb22K35dI/AAAAAAAAAts/OEBXUl_V29w/s400/dsp2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300978496715613650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i wrote on september 14  of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to the pink floyd of the Design,&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day and rest in peace ..&lt;br /&gt;on the grass of course -which is sponsored by f*ckin' Milka already.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yapita enters stage right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-5156708182712998475?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/5156708182712998475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=5156708182712998475' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-4423091078386626910</id><published>2009-02-01T04:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:19:20.368+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>nobran isyan</title><content type='html'>ansiklopedik bilginin en alasına, bir günlük rutiniyle ortaçağ insanının bir yıllık bilgilenme çabasına erişebilen cahil, şiirsiz, aynı anda hızı ve yönü hiçbir zaman belirlenemeyecek olan gençliğin kuraltanımaz (kuralbilmez), vurdumduymaz, bencil ve kişisel, kör ve topal, teorisiz pratiğiyle (praksis de la simulakr) asi varoluş çabası: nobran isyan. önümüzdeki çağ. aynen de önceden olduğu gibi. daha da olsa alırım.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bu da secretından whatthebleepine, siber şarlatanlardan onların facebooktaki işbirlikçilerine, mail forwarding müessesesisin güzide müdavimlerine gidiyor. benim de forecastim var, anasını satiim!.. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-4423091078386626910?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/4423091078386626910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=4423091078386626910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/4423091078386626910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/4423091078386626910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/02/nobran-isyan.html' title='nobran isyan'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-3241134959821571173</id><published>2009-01-14T02:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T03:01:54.257+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>ergenekondu</title><content type='html'>yıllarca düşündük düşündük tanrı bize neden güzel, sevecen, babacan davranmamıştı da, bütün petrol kaynaklarını elin pis arabına bahşetmişti. bir nevi piyangodan en azından teselli beklerken amortiyle yetinmek zorunda kalmıştık.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milli şuuraltımızda müstesna bir yer edinmiş bulunmaktaydı nicedir. bohr'un değilse de borun keşfi umutlarımızı yeniden arttırmış, son dakikada atacağımız bir golle maçı nasıl da hanemize devireceğimizi, yedi düvele bir cihana bedel olduğumuzu göstereceğimize inancımızı tazelemişti. yeni çağın piyangosu bordu olm, ne petrolü, tükenip bitecek, helyumlu, hidrojenli, türk borlu araçlar fink atacaktı yakında ortamda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zihinlerde havana purosunu ağzının kenarından tüttürürken etrafı kesen birer anımız ön siparişle yerleşmişti bile. ama sonra komplolar çıktı. bor'u daha endüstri camiasına yeni yıldız olarak hediye etmeden önce, paylaşmıştı pezevenkler. itoğluitler nasıl da elimizdekini parsel parsel çalmışlardı. zihnimizdeki zenginliğimize bile el atmıştı gavurun dölü. bize yedirmezlerdi hafız bunu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ama son gelişmelerle asıl yeraltı zenginliğimizi keşfettik. arazi mafyası, devlet arazisi kundakçıları hepsi bir anda açıklığa kavuştu. bizim yeraltı zenginliğimiz her nevi mühimmattı. o halde kutlu olsun bize! işsiz ajsız kalmayacağuk çok şükür.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gözümüz aydın, bu yerel seçimlerde ruhsatını da çıkarttırdık mı tamamdır inşallah.&lt;br /&gt;hayırlı uğurlu olsun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-3241134959821571173?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/3241134959821571173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=3241134959821571173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3241134959821571173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3241134959821571173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/01/ergenekondu.html' title='ergenekondu'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-6090734020392028103?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/6090734020392028103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=6090734020392028103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/6090734020392028103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/6090734020392028103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/01/yurtta-uzan.html' title='yurttaş uzan'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-2417068451625079509</id><published>2009-01-11T10:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:25:09.604+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>aband #3</title><content type='html'>- arturo bandini köşe başında bekliyorum!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-2417068451625079509?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/2417068451625079509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=2417068451625079509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/2417068451625079509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/2417068451625079509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/01/aband-3_11.html' title='aband #3'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-3067699202880007718</id><published>2009-01-11T10:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:24:51.774+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>kendi kendine</title><content type='html'>"dile getirmemiş olmam görmediğim anlamına gelmez."&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-8226864414729542706</id><published>2009-01-11T10:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:23:08.262+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>trt şeş</title><content type='html'>kadıköy'de haldun taner sahnesi ile beşiktaş iskelesi arasındaki meydanda bulunan bir heykel vardır. başöğretmen atatürk yeni alfabeyi iki tane çocuğa öğretmeye çalışmaktadır. karatahtada "w" yazar biraz duble u gibi durur ama belli ki bu w'dur, evet odur. (bknz. harf devrimi) (öğrenememişler ki vazgeçilmiş.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-8226864414729542706?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/8226864414729542706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=8226864414729542706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/8226864414729542706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/8226864414729542706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/01/trt-e.html' title='trt şeş'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-3663486036977335399</id><published>2009-01-11T09:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:58:47.713+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>aban #2</title><content type='html'>- arturo bandini çık hayatımdan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-3663486036977335399?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/3663486036977335399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=3663486036977335399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3663486036977335399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3663486036977335399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/01/aban-2.html' title='aban #2'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-7095460254118577165</id><published>2009-01-11T09:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:43:44.490+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progressive'/><title type='text'>karar verdim</title><content type='html'>bir arkadaşı tutuşa getiricem bu şiir, ah muhsin ünlü'nün diye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sessizliği dinliyorum şimdi ve soluğunu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Sustuğun yerde birşeyler kırılıyor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Bekleyiş diyorum caddelere, dalıp gidiyorsun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Adını yazıyorum bütün otobüs duraklarına &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Öpüştüğümüz her yer adınla anılıyor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Bir de seni ekliyorum susuşlarıma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"adını otobüs durağına yazıyorum, sonra her yer adınla anılıyor." ne demek? demek ki her köşe başında, her otobüs durağında öpüşmüşüz. "bekleyiş diyorum caddelere, dalıp gidiyorsun." yanisi, caddeler boyu uzayıp gidiyormuşçasına, yıkılacak ya bu kent. ben çok sustum. seni de ekleyeyim bari yanına. muhtemelen kastetmiyor ama çok terkedildim demek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gidersen yıkılır bu kent, kuşlar da gider &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bir nehir gibi susarım yüzünün deltasında &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yanlış adresteydik, kimsesizdik belki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sarışın bir şaşkınlık olurdu bütün ışıklar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Biz mi yanlızdık, durmadan yağmur yağardı &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Üşür müydük nar çiçekleri ürpeririken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben, ki tek arkadaşım sen ve kuşlarsınız. onlarla anlaşırım bi tek. sen ve kuşlar. sen dünyama kuş dolduransın. deltalar, nehirlerin susuşudur ($aibeli), senin deltan ben yine döndüm, kent, adres yanlış ama daan!! "sarışın bir şaşkınlık": sarı ışık. geçiniz şimdi, geçiniz siz de geçiniz, yeşil ışık yandı. nar çiçeklerine geldiğinde tamamen tükeniyorsun, soluksuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bulvar kahvelerinde arabesk bir duman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sis ve intihar çöküyor bütün birahanelere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bu kentin künyesi bellidir artık ve susuşun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; İsyan olur milyon kere, hiç bilmez miyim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sokul yanıma sen, ellerin sımsıcak kalsın &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Devriyeler basıyor karartılmış evleri yine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solculuk günleri akla düşer. 80 darbesi, dolan kahveler, boşalan biralar. kaybettim, yenildim hep bugüne değin: sen de susuyorsun, ki bu terketmen manasına geliyor, kimsecikler kalmayacak, evin basılışını öne sürüp durdurmaya çalışacağım seni, son hamlem bu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gidersen yıkılır bu kent kuşlar da ölür &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bir tufan olurum sustuğun her yerde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dünyam kararır, deliye dönerim zarif'e. kurbanın oliim yapma bunu bana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Büyük aşklar yolculuklarla başlar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ve serüvenciler düşer bu yollara ancak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Onlar ki dünyanın son umudu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; soyları tükenen birer çılgındırlar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ama yaşarlar dünyanın dört bir yanında &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ölümle alay ederler sanki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nerde beklenirse ordaydılar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bir kez bile gecikmediler ömür boyu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sağdan aytun girer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ahmet telli: bütün yenilenlerin şerefine -.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-7095460254118577165?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/7095460254118577165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=7095460254118577165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/7095460254118577165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/7095460254118577165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/01/karar-verdim.html' title='karar verdim'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-600996500605908792</id><published>2009-01-11T06:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:10:12.649+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>hiç gelmeyecek birisini beklemek</title><content type='html'>kafe/bar a girdim. pencere kenarında havadar bir masa beğendim, oturdum. hani herkesin kendine has, kendine kocaman problemleri vardır. söyledim bi balon biramı. biraz etrafa baktım. nasıl olacak bu işler kazım?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aslında zühal'in o dedikleri olmasa kafam bu kadar dolu olmayacaktı. patronun iş bilmez karısı ve baldızı bugün nasıl da oldu bittiye getirmeye çalıştı durumu. yine de yeterince müdahale edemedim. ya kafasını kırmalıydım ya da çekip gitmeliydim. iki aydır elektrik, su faturasını ödeyemiyorum. adsli yemeğimden kısıp da ödedim. çamaşırları yıkatmak lazım. biriktikçe daha da içinden çıkılmaz oluyor. bu ahmet'in kırdığı çamlar bardak olmuy.. neydi lan doğrusu bunun? kötü arkadaş tanımını benimkiler için icat etmişler adeta. dişçiye gitmem lazım, para yok. kapat kendini internete, ver kendini kitaba, dalların çıksın, çiçek aç, mayıs'a kadar toplar mıyım durumu acaba? babamın söyledikleri doğru muydu, annemin başıma kaktıkları acaba, yoksa bir laneti mi bulaştırdılar bana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of her şey boktan. ahmet giriyor, ziya çıkıyor. şurdaki nazlı nasıl da işveli kahkahalarıyla gülüyor, güldürüyor. ilgi üstünde olmazsa neler olduğunu bilmezmiş gibi. piç hasan nasıl da küçük hesapçı. değişmiyor bu herif abicim. aha ev sahibim?! ne işi var lan burda? bulaşıklar da duruyor öyle bi haftadır. deniz de açmadı zaten telefonumu. ne karı ama ya? sadece sikişmek istediğini arayan orospu! hal hatır bile soramıyorsun koduğumun menfaat dünyasında. şu kalan işlere girişmenin vakti geldi. günlerdir tutuğum, en iyisi kendini kaptırıp gitmek. yeterince hızlanabilirsem sınırı bile geçebilirim belki, siktirip gidebilirim bu saçma yaşamdan çıkıp. of.. of... yine boş hayaller, boş planlar. değişen ne olacak ha? geçen s ene de aynı şeyler vardı. güneşin altında değişen bir şey yok. zaten güneş gördüğümüz mü var? çalışırken karanlıkta girip, karanlıkta çıkıyorsun. çalışmazsan gün yüzü göresin yok. kaç param kaldı acaba, ay sonunu bırak bu haftayı bitiremiycem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yan masadan kahkaha, bar tarafından anlaşılmaz konuşmalar, hayatın sesi... geri geliyor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha?! oo dalmışız.. ha bira da gelmiş, farketmemişim bile. bakayım, kimse farketti mi? çok mu kötü göründüm lan? garson, yan masa, etraf, girip çıkanlar.. dergi alsaydım bi tane şurdan keşke... ibiş gibi göründüm. cep telefonu? cep telef?... hah burdaymış. saat kaç? ne kadar geçti lan  böyle. havada kararıyor. kimse farketmedi galba. of bu arkadaş da nerde kaldı ya?!.. hangi arkadaş mına koduğum, kimseyi beklemiyon ki? sus olm, bekleyecek kimsesi olmayan durumuna düşmeyelim. ay ne zavallı, ne kötüü... müdavimiyiz barın. en iyisi ariyim ben bunu. kimi arasam? hah ne güzel açmıyo. bi de biriyle konuşmak zorunda kalmıycam.. of puf!... neyse bugün buraların keyfi yokmuş. eve damliim de paramız cebimizde kalsın. gelmedin ya ibne, ben s ana sorarım. kadın değil hayır. kadın tarafından ekilmek daha fena olur. bu özgür'e gösteririm ben!&lt;br /&gt;- garson!!! hesap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al sana bu da bahşiş olsun, kapak olsun sana. ezerim seni lan!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hışımla, rüzgar gibi çıkar kapıdan...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-600996500605908792?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/600996500605908792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=600996500605908792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/600996500605908792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/600996500605908792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-gelmeyecek-birisini-beklemek.html' title='hiç gelmeyecek birisini beklemek'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-6208203963831100384</id><published>2009-01-11T06:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:22:09.741+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>şerefsiz</title><content type='html'>şeref, tartışmasız türk toplumunun temel direklerinden biridir. içki içecek olursun, o'na içersin. küfür edecek, zan altında bırakacaksın, o'na oynarsın. para kazanacak olursun yine karşına o çıkar, şerefinle. tahmin edilebileceği gibi bunca oynanan şey sonunda koparılır.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ama aslında şeref, vurulan bir kantin işletmecisinden başka bir şey değildir arkadaş.&lt;br /&gt;köyden istanbul'a ithal edilen gençler kalır bir geriye, yine aynı tas aynı hamam.&lt;br /&gt;şeref'in karısı in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sessizliği dinliyorum şimdi ve soluğunu&lt;br /&gt;Sustuğun yerde birşeyler kırılıyor&lt;br /&gt;Bekleyiş diyorum caddelere, dalıp gidiyorsun&lt;br /&gt;Adını yazıyorum bütün otobüs duraklarına&lt;br /&gt;Öpüştüğümüz her yer adınla anılıyor&lt;br /&gt;Bir de seni ekliyorum susuşlarıma "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şerefsizim..&lt;br /&gt;Şeref-sizsiniz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-6208203963831100384?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/6208203963831100384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>bitimsiz</title><content type='html'>içimdeki arturo bandiniyi arıyorum&lt;br /&gt;gözlerim kapalı-üç-nok-ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-2258911293173200885?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/2258911293173200885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=2258911293173200885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/2258911293173200885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/2258911293173200885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/01/bitimsiz.html' title='bitimsiz'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-1796790705747150005</id><published>2009-01-11T05:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:55:36.952+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>anket sonucu: 1 yaklaşık sonuç</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ISTANBUL - &lt;/span&gt;'babam döver' adlı anketin kesin sonuçları belli oldu.&lt;br /&gt;anketin türk halkına verdiği mesaj çok net: babam döver. oy veren bir ve tek kişiyi tebrik ediyoruz. (valla billa ben değilim.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bu seçimde favori görünen Yul Brynner pek prim yapmamış, hatta sürpiz bir sonuç olabileceği seçim öncesi anketlerde telafuz edilen Dude bekleneni verememiş. her z amanki gibi halk yine en aklı selim seçilerek seçime damgasını vurmuş.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;henry chinaski'nin kavgacı kişiliği prim yapmamış, dude'un pasifist tavrının sorunlar karşısında yeterli geleceğine kâni olunmamış. yul brynner'ın yaptıkları yapmadıkları ortada. haşim kılıç ise, seçim öncesi verdiği demeçle puan yitirmişti zaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seçmenin gelenekçi eğilimi gözlerden kaçmıyor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babanın bu kadar yüksek bir yüzdeyle dövmesinin altında verdiği harçlıklar, eksik yakınlıklar, doyum bilmez lacancı etkilenimler mi yatıyor yoksa türk halkının sonuçlarını kestiremediği adaylardansa, huyunu suyunu bildiği, daha önce de 3-5 dönem hane halkı reisliği görevinde bulunmuş, bilinen babacan tavırlarıyla sempati toplayan adaya meyletmesi mi önümüzdeki günler gösterecek. lakin kesin olan bir şey var ki, muhafazakar bir seçim tercihi olduğu gerçeği.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asıl gerçek ise, çıkan sonuca göre buradaki değerlendirme de yine aynı kendine güvenle yorumunu yapacak, parasını cukkalayacak, ağzını açmış halka görüş zerk edecekti. sonra herkesin elalemin dip köşe yazarlarının derinliksiz yorumlarını papağanladığına tanık olacaktık, aynı rahatlıkla:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- abi, babanın seçimi kazanması çok doğal, ben söylemiştim önceden zaten, dövmek diyince akla baba geliyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- abi, belliydi zaten, diğer adaylar seçmene basit mesajlarla gelmediler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- teyzecim, görünen köy kılavuz istemez, bunların hepsini toplasan bi adam etmez. bunlar evin yolunu bulamaz. ama babam onca sene yolu bulduysa güvenmek lazım, dedim, diye düşündüm ben yani naçizane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ahahaha hayati abim, şimdi yan çizme, kılavuzu karga olanın şinaskisi rast gitmezmiş.&lt;br /&gt;- yok be zübeyr, ben en baştan söylüyodum, bu düteylen, yul bırayğ allaşkına. isimlerinde meymenet yoh bi kere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yıp yıp yıp... hangi haşim kılıç vuracakmış şaşarım.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sayın baykal türbanı meşrulaştırıyorsunuz, sayın baykal türbanı meşrulaştırıyorsunuz, sayın baykal türbanı meşrulaştırıyorsunuz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ben sizin babanızım, ben ne dersem o olur...&lt;br /&gt;- 2009'un herkesin yaşamına esenlik, kapıya yumurta getirmesi, barlarda verdiği paraların geri dönüşü olması, boş beleş, zevzek, alıngan ve zorlayıcı, itici ve tatminsiz, nobran ve bitimsiz, kötü arkadaş yaşamlarına bir nebze ışık, akıl, öngörü ve irrasyonalizasyon -detoks- getirmesi dileğiyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;şen kalın, esen kalın, her nerede yaşıyor ve yaşanıyorsanız...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-1796790705747150005?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/1796790705747150005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=1796790705747150005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/1796790705747150005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/1796790705747150005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2009/01/anket-sonucu-1-yaklak-sonu.html' title='anket sonucu: 1 yaklaşık sonuç'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-1086109010035894874</id><published>2009-01-11T05:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:18:42.487+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>sütyenin üzerine ceket giyen hatunlar</title><content type='html'>roman uyarlaması filmlerde, "o yaz arkadaşım himmet'i kabardin balkar cumhuriyeti'ndeki çiftliklerinde ziyarete gitmiştim ..." şeklinde başlayan flaşbeklerle anlatılan aşk öyküsünde esas oğlan geniş ormanlık arazi içindeki uçsuz yeşil tepelerin içinden çitlere yaklaşır. uzaktan bir atlı gelmektedir. bembeyaz atın ne yaptığını bilen gelişinde asalet vardır. önce buna tutuluruz. yaklaştıkça anlaşılır ki sütbeyaz atının üstünde selvi gibi salınan bir kadındır. o da atı gibi asildir, asilzadedir. atlı yaklaşır, seyis atın gemlerini tutarken genç bayan atından inip yürür. uzun çizmeleri ve elindeki kırbacıyla kararlı adımlarını bize (kamera) doğru yürürken kalbimiz yerinden fırlayacak gibi olur, ter basar (aman yarabbi bu ne güzellik). yüzüne sempatik bir gülümseme iliştirip, "- kardeşim himmet.. hoş geldin.. nasıldı yolculuğun?" der. daha dönüp adam yerine koyup suratımıza bakmaz. "iyidir cahide (tercihan julye binochet), sana anlatacağım çok şeyler var. neler oldu inanamazsın, -yine bembeyaz- kamelya'da ikindi çayımızı yudumlarken anlatırım" diye karşılar. neden sonra kardeşi, bizim hırt himmet "cahide bak, bu bizim yurttan cezmi, aynı odada kalıyoruz, gırgırın şamatanın dibine vuruyoruz" diye tanıştırır. ağzını yayvan bir şekilde açmış cezmi (tercihan jeremy irons) zor toplar durumu. buğulu sesiyle memnuniyete karşılık verir, sonrasında pek ilişmez muhabbete onları takip eder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koduğumun kamelyası bi kilometre öte taraftadır. lavuk himmet kardeşine heyecanla üniversite maceralarını anlatırken cezmi, düşünceli, çarpılmış bir vaziyette peşlerindedir. cahide, "siz oturun ve beni beklemeyin nolur, güzelim pastadan tadın lütfen -bilirsin aşçımızın ne kadar becerikli bir insan olduğunu- , ben üstümü değiştirip geliyorum" diyerek ayrılır. "peki" deyip kurabiyelere pastalara yumulan himmet heyecanla çiftlik şöyle iyidir, çocukluğum böyle mutlu geçti vs. anlatırken cezmi'nin iştahı kalmamış, üniversitenin en zekisi olmasına, her konuda en önde olmasına rağmen, hayatına neden bugüne kadar bir anlam kazandıramadığını idrak etmenin kan dondurucu gerçekliğini yaşamaktadır. tam himmet "noldu daldın olm neyin var?!" gibi perde/ekran karşısındaki her 6 yaş üstü insanın farkettiği hakikati anlamayadığını gösteren bir sual sorduğu anda, cahide hanım kızımız temizlenip, kıyafetini değiştirmiş olarak ortama yeniden teşrif eder: "neler konuştunuz, ben yokken sıkılmadınız umarım?" cezmi kendine gelir, sakin ama zeki duruşunu takınır, içinden bu dangalak himmet'le arkadaşlık kurmasının hayırlı vesilesini kutlayarak, akışa geçer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cezmi'nin bir taşla iki kuş vurduğunu sanıyorsunuz, "hem güzel kadını kaptı, hem zengin oldu" diye geçiriyorsunuz içinizden. lakin... cezmi her ne kadar zenginlerin adabını bilse de, baba doktor olsun, avukat olsun kazancı iyi bir meslek erbabıdır, bu ailenin şatafatı karşısında zaman zaman hayranlık duyacak, ancak onu satın almaya çalışan kayınpederle takışacak ("deli misin olm sen, o buraların en güçlü adamlarındandır" sözlerine kulak asmadan üstelik), onurunu her zaman paranın, kimi zaman da aşkının önüne koyacak, ama nihayetinde bu savaşında başarılı olarak, aile içinde mr. kayınpederin onaylamadığı lakin kendine has bir yer edinecek (iktidarda eşitlik), bu zarif ve güzel prensesi aşka doyuracaktır. alternate ending: kimi zaman da tam bir sefalet içinde, ömrünü bu umarsız aşk uğruna tüketecektir. ortası kurtarmaz, sutyen üzeri ceket giyen hatun için.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-1086109010035894874?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-2070134916566998246</id><published>2008-12-27T06:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:54:30.953+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>blue velvet</title><content type='html'>david lynch, 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue velvet harika bir filmmiş. şu an daha yarım saat var bitmesine ama kanepemdeki 2m nin hay huyu içinde mi yoksa ki başka zaman mı arasında gelip yazayım dedim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayran kaldım hakikaten. ilk dikkatimi çeken scriptin ne kadar iyi olduğuydu. ikinci olarak sesin kullanımını ölçmek tartmak isterim. üçüncü olarak kadrajın ve art direction ın kudretine girmeliyim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en önemlisi bonus olarak david lynch'in sansüre eleştiriye kurban gidebilecek sahneleri filmin içine nasıl yedirdiği. insan penisinden kendine haz çıkaran köpek mi, "anne.. anne!!.." yakarışlı seks sahneleri mi dersin.. ve bunları izleten gözünden yapar gibi yapıp pornografi suçlamasından yırtıp, olay örgüsüne katıp seyircinin suç ortaklığına uzanan tilkiliği. zekice ve provoke edici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bir diğer dikkatçelenimse ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artık gidip yatmalıyım zira arkadaşım böğürmeye başladı.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-2070134916566998246?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/2070134916566998246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=2070134916566998246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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insanların göründüklerini sandıkları tanımsız kitle. hedef kitleyi benimsemiş kanıksamıştır da, bu insanlar, zaman zaman birine, zaman zaman ötekine yazarlar. kararsız kalır, ondan ona sekerler. sonra bir takip ediliyorum paranoyasına tutulurlar. nasıl bir dil, üslup benimseyeceklerine karar veremezler. wittgenstein'ın da dediği gibi şu an kapının önünden çöp alırken ses çıkaran çöpçünün dil sadeliğine ve kanepemde uyuyan arkadaşın horultusundaki flaclığa erişemezler. varsayılan kitle uyuyordur o sırada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'varsayılan'a da ilk defa kimlik kazandırdım. artık öyle windows yancısı hesabı takılmayacak. bu da kıyağım olsun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she wore blue velvet"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-3755434409383965500?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/3755434409383965500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=3755434409383965500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3755434409383965500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3755434409383965500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/12/varsaylan-kitle.html' title='varsayılan kitle'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-7279566497122941518</id><published>2008-12-26T06:23:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T08:38:42.088+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>the station agent</title><content type='html'>Thomas McCarthy, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://macskafaraok.freeblog.hu/files/PIC/the_station_agent.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 487px; height: 325px;" src="http://macskafaraok.freeblog.hu/files/PIC/the_station_agent.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV8'de üç sıradan insanın birbirleriyle tanışmaları, alışmalarını falan anlatan naif bir filme rastladım. Başrolde Nip Tuck'ta Conor McNamara'nın bakıcısı, Brussels'te zibidinin kafa bulduğu cüce saygıdeğer abim oynuyor. Bu adam bayağı çalışıyor ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uzun süredir Türkçe dublaj film seyretmemiştim. Hakkaten acayip ve komikmiş.&lt;br /&gt;Filmde abim emekli bir istasyon görevlisi ve şimdi tren gözlemciliği yapıyor.  TCDD'nin logosu konusunu araştırırken, biraz girip çıkmıştım. Çoğu kişi bilmez ama bu demiryolcular acayip tutkulu ve ayrıntıcı insanlar. Tekil trenleri takip ediyor, hatları biliyor ve gözlemeye gidiyorlar. Türkiye'de de var bu abilerden. Yahoogroupları, trenler hakkında siteleri var. Trenlerin isimlendirilmesinde ve katarların numaralandırılmasında kullanılan sistematiği bunlardan çözmüştüm. Tren gözlemciliği filan hele ki Birleşik Devletler'de güzel konular.&lt;br /&gt;(bkz. tren takipçiliği)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neyse filmde hotdog, kahve satan Kübalı bi çocuk var. Çok güldürdü beni. Hele bir de dublajda vermişler Türkçe argoyu, çok yakışmıştı.&lt;br /&gt;Bu çocuk sürekli konuşuyor, bildiğin gibi değil ama delicesine. Bizim abi sonunda susarsan senle oturup kitabımı okurum diyor (çocuk çok ısrarcı). Çocuk peki diyor ama dayanamayıp konuşuyor. Abi sinirlenince,&lt;br /&gt;- yapma abi, 20dk dır konuşmuyorum ama...&lt;br /&gt;Bizim Finbar saatine bakıyor.&lt;br /&gt;- 9 dk, diyor.&lt;br /&gt;Çocuk,&lt;br /&gt;- saat mi tuttun? ayıbettin be abi...&lt;br /&gt;Aynen böyle, yarıldım. Başka bi kaç tane daha vardı hatırlamıyorum şimdi. Kesinlikle bu çocuğun orijinal konuşmasını merak ediyorum, hastasıyım.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bir de cüceler erken emekli oluyormuş, 'bu bilinen bir gerçekmiş'.&lt;br /&gt;- tembel cüceler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buldum: Bobby Cannavale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0134072/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0134072/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmdeki kütüphaneci güzel kız da Michelle Williams'mış. Heath Ledger'ın nişanlısıymış ve bir kızları mevcutmuş. Sözlükten baktım bu kıza yazan, Heath Ledger'a ilenen çok olmuş, görünüşe göre dünya üzerindeki tüm bu zevatın ahlarının füzyonu tutmuş. Naparsan yap güzel kadın alma abicim, budur.. Ah şimdi Bobi olsaydı da söyleseydi, o güzel aksanlı Türkçesiyle, ah be Bobi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Scorsese'nin yapım aşamasındaki Shutter Island'ın da başrol oynuyormuş.  Leonardo diKaprio, Leonardo diKaprio, Leonardo diKaprio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-7279566497122941518?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/7279566497122941518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=7279566497122941518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/7279566497122941518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/7279566497122941518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/12/station-agent.html' title='the station agent'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-5477794805039334368</id><published>2008-12-24T23:11:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:20:41.227+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>Doomsday (2008)</title><content type='html'>Neil Marshall, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.postergeek.com/WallPapers/DoomsDay/doomsday-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 383px;" src="http://www.postergeek.com/WallPapers/DoomsDay/doomsday-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;• canımsın&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;çok-dan-dik-film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finale gelmeden önce böyle düşünüyordum. Ama finali gördükten sonra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re-za-let-film olduğuna karar verdim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Önce yer tespiti yapalım: antiutopya filmi (post-apokaliptik kontenjanından). Ama maceraperverinden. Tam aksiyon sonuna kadar aksiyon janrından.  Buraya yerleşmeye karar vermiş, bunda sorun yok, bundan sual olunmaz. Antiutopyacılıkta seçmemiş, orijinal bir şey aramamış. Varolanı ortaya koymuş. Yeni bir düzenek ve onun can alıcı trik'i şeklinde bir buluşa gitmeyi seçmemiş. Virüsle başlayan karanlık gelecek hissine yaslanmış, ki nemo problema. Aksiyonda ise gerçekten denemiş. Orijinal aksiyon numaraları bulmak için belli ki bir kaç adam önemli mesai harcamış, beyinlerini talan etmişler. Karar belli: izleyiciye tam muamele, 360 derece hizmet. Yok yok. Talep ettikleri paranın hakkını sonuna kadar vermeye çalışan bir kaç namuslu muving pikçır indastri emekçisi, hedef kitlesini geniş tutup sürümden kazanmaya çalışan açık göz yatırımcı... Kendimi kapısından girip sokağa çıkana kadar pentatlonal beden eğitimi yaşayan fitness center ziyaretçisi gibi hissettim. Allahtan ki üyelik kartım yok. Teki yetti. Parola belki de budur: tek seferde tam hizmet. (bkz. Felaket günü filmleri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot çok basit. Önemli noktaları çıkarmaya çalışacağım. İngiltere'nin kuzey kısmı bir virüs yüzünden geri kalan dünyadan tecrit ediliyor. Bir nevi sonsuz karantinaya alınıyor. Ta ki bir gün insanlık, 'uygar dünya'da yeniden hortlayan virüse panzehir bulmak üzere son çare olarak öteki tarafa içlerinden en yeteneklisini gönderip bir aksiyon 'çekmesini' isteyene kadar. Zaman sınırlı ve 'her şeyin kaderi O'na bağlıydı' film patternine oturuyor. Oturmaktan gocunmuyor. Güçlü, çevik, zeki Hanım Ablamızın yetenekleri acaba seyirciyi film boyunca koltuğunda tutmayı başarabilecek mi? Sıkıştığı yerde, güzellik ve seksiliğinden de faydalanabilirlermiş ancak tercih etmemişler. Hanım abla güzel ve seksi ama bunu ortaya boca etmiyor. Yine de erkek seyircinin kahramanla yaşadığı erkek özdeşleşmesinden farklı olarak bu sefer kadına tutulmasını sağlamak için kullanılıyor. Muhtemelen işe de yarıyor. Gişe rakamlarına ve reviewlara gözatmak gerek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Önce pankçılarla kombata giriliyor. Vahşet dibine kadar sergileniyor: pornografik bir punk portresi çiziliyor. Sonra bu mücadele filmin finaline ertelenip ortaçağçılarla filmin orta yerinde buluşulup arenanın ortasında alt ediliyor. Titiz bir ortacılık hassasiyeti gözleniyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonuçta kahraman, durumdan pek haberdar olmadan gittiği için hazırlıksız yakalandığı cehennemle ikinci raundunda hesaplaşıyor. Görevi tamamlıyor, 'hepinizin ne mal olduğunu biliyorum' tribini atıyor, tek başınalığını yüceltip, vahşi punkı alteden yeni lider olarak kanunsuzluğun içine geri dönüş yaşıyor. Geri dönüş çünkü, anneciği onu uygar dünyaya 'yetim' vermişti. Haa yani, bütün sertliği ve başarısı uyumsuzluğundan gelen annesiz kahraman, ana ocağına ait olduğu yere dönüyor. Annesiyle hesabını görüyor, mutlu oluyor, temelli yerleşiyor. Bu kadar vahşeti gördükten sonra zaten uygar dünyaya gidemezdi. Muhtemelen bu ne idüğü belirsiz virüs, insanlığını yitirmekten başka bir şey değil. Kardeşiyle babasının kavgasının arasında kalmış kızkardeş/kız, uygar dünyaya gönderiliyor, insanlığı iyileştirecek aşı olması ümidiyle. Ve vahşi dünya buna karşılık uyumsuz, vahşi, haşin, güzel kahramanımızı alıyor. 'Kimse duvarın öteki yakasına geçemez' yasası zekice deliniyor. Yasa buna karşılık veremiyor. Sayı eşit çünkü. Bir gidiyor, bir geliyor. Bir tarafta kanunun abidesi olan kahraman, öteki tarafta kanunsuzluğun lideri oluyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notlayarak devam edeyim.&lt;br /&gt;Bir, bu sonsuz karantina 'canlı canlı gömülmek' ve paralel evren kafasına yorulabilir şeyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;İki, punkçıların derdi dini "ölüm". Ölümle oynamayı bu kadar çok seven adamların ilerleyen dakikalarda kahramanımızın zekice bir numarasıyla foyası ortaya çıkıyor. Aslında ölümden korkup, yaşamayı seviyorlarmış. Yalancı ibneler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Üç, ortaçağda ise engizisyonun gücünü aldığı inançla oynamışlar. Duvarın öte yanında yaşayan birilerinin olmadığına inanıyorlar. Yani kör inançla yaşıyorlar, ta ki Kopernik, Kepler, Galileo gelene kadar. Topunuzun suyuna kibrit suyu! Zırhını al da git!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dört "present day": iktidar oyunları, şerefsizlik, üç kağıtçılık diz boyu. Yönetimi ele almaya hevesli asker ruhlu politikacının iktidara nihayet erişmesi. Kim size insanlığınızı yitirin dedi ha?! Hayret bişey! Bentley! Tabii ki kahramanımız iki arada bir derede onun da ipliğini pazara çıkaracak delili toplamayı unutmuyor. Ah her şeyi düşünürsün sen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aksiyon filmi olduğuna göre filmin önemli materyallerinden biri de araçlar. Her konuda yaptığı gibi bundan da isteyene bolca seçenek sunuyor. Tank,  Punkçıların kullandıkları -ki en çok bu halleriyle Mad Max'e benzeyebilmişlerdi- bilumum Otobüs, araç, hippi dolmuşu, 4 tekerlekli çekçekler ve tabii ki motosiklet (dahası: vinç), Ortaçağcıların kullandıkları at (o yüzden geriler galiba), ve ikisi arasında gördüğümüz nedensiz -referans-: tren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birbirini öldürmeye yarayan aletlere çok yüklenmemişler lakin, yine de bir varyete gözlenebiliyor. Teknolojik silah konusunda çok sadeler, onun yerine Punkçılar ve Ortaçağcılların çeşitleri mevcut. Bu arada araçlar konusunda -fazla uzaklaşmadan- oldukça fazla tekerlekli araç altında kalarak ezilen, kan sıçratan, hazin ölüm gerçekleşiyor. Vahşetin vesikalarından biri olarak görülmesi ümidiyle bolca kullanılmış, es geçilmesin istenmiş, biz de geçmiyoruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tank işe yaramıyor. Hızlı bir 'ingiliz' arabası (markasını çıkaramadım, bilenler biliyordur) olayı çözüyor. (Araç neymiş diye biraz bakayım dedim. Not wiki'den geliyor: "The filmmakers purchased three new &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bentley" title="Bentley"&gt;Bentleys&lt;/a&gt; for US$150,000 each since the car company did not do &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Product_placement" title="Product placement"&gt;product placement&lt;/a&gt;.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmin belki de en orijinal numarası ve beni gülmekten yerlere yuvarlayan sahnesi hızlı araba içinde kavga sahnesiydi. Senelerdir bir sürüsünü görmeme rağmen bu tipine hiç rastlamamıştım. Bir nevi araba içi orgy yaşadılar. Bu sahneye wiki 'a massive car chase' derken ben 'a funny orgy referencing car chase scenes' demeyi tercih ediyorum. Bir nevi product replacement. Belki de film yapımcıları Bentley'e parayı vermiş ama bunun produck replacement olarak düşünülmemesini istemişlerdir. Ne de olsa Bentley, 'içinde bulunduğu şeye' değer katar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaten bu filmi bana bırakan arkadaşın da "olm bak ne biçim reklam yapmışlar, aazına sıçmışlar, çekime bak, araca bak, olaya gel abii!!" iç sesiyle verdiğini düşünüyorum. Ama maalesef Bentley her şeyin değerini yükseltmiyormuş. Kötü reklam, beğenmedim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yönetmen Neil Marshall Dog Soldier (2002) ve Descent (2005) ile ödüller almış, dermiş imdb. Bu seneki ödülleri takipteyim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not. Kalite konusundaki yanıltıcılığı defalarca kanıtlanmış Oscar'la aynı cansız, derinliksiz ortalamadan seslenen imdb ratingine itibar etmem ama bu film özelinde bildireyim: 6.1'miş. Sanırım bu da gişe ve rakamlar konusunda bir referans özelliği taşıyabilir. 'All in one' filmine pek itibar edilmemiş. Öte yandan 154 kişi içinden 92'sinin itibar ettiği dibi düşmüş reviewa göz atılabilir.&lt;br /&gt;Biraz gözattım, prodüksiyon bütçesi bilgisi yok ama içerde (Birleşik Devletler) 11 milyon, dışarda 10.5 milyon olmak üzere 22 milyon gelir getirmiş. Tüm zamanlar içinde gişe başarısı olarak 3222. sırada bulunuyor. (&lt;a href="http://www.boxofficemojo.com/movies/?id=doomsday.htm"&gt;http://www.boxofficemojo.com/movies/?id=doomsday.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son olarak, ilgili olarak anılan filmleri vereyim: Mad Max, 28 Days Later diyorum, Escape from NY diye ekliyorlar, bilemiyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Dayanamayarak, Sol rolünde oynayan Hayko Cepkin bile değer katamamış, Bentley neylesin! :)  öpüyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koment:&lt;br /&gt;Biraz düşündüm ve bütün filmin aslında Bentley'le yapılan 'car chase' sahnesine odaklandığına, her ne aleti kullanırsa kullansın işe yaramayan, kaçmak zorunda kalan hanım ablamız Bentley'le hem lideri deviriyor, herkeşi duman ediyor, hem de great come back'ini yaşıyor. Bentley, iyi kaçar, yol tutuş sağlam, "sizi kanunsuzluğa davet ediyor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konspirasyona giriyorum, acaba diyorum bunlar 3 Bentley'i aldılar üstüne para aldılar (O yüzden gişe rakamı yok) ama film tutmayınca bunu açıklayamadılar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her antiutopya filminin komplo teorisi kendine, bununki de böyle olsun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-5477794805039334368?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/5477794805039334368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=5477794805039334368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/5477794805039334368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/5477794805039334368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/12/doomsday-2008.html' title='Doomsday (2008)'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-7985919701549775678</id><published>2008-12-16T07:13:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:21:37.528+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='va'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progressive'/><title type='text'>bir arkadaş olarak mayk hammer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.catskillcomics.com/grellarchive.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 449px;" src="http://www.catskillcomics.com/grell/MIKE%20HAMMER.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neden saçların beyazlamaz arkadaş,&lt;br /&gt;sana da benim gibi sektiren mi var?&lt;br /&gt;yıllardır soruyorum bu soruyu kendime&lt;br /&gt;allah'ım bu dünyaya ben ekshibize geldim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-7985919701549775678?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/7985919701549775678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=7985919701549775678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/7985919701549775678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/7985919701549775678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/12/bir-arkada-olarak-mayk-hammer.html' title='bir arkadaş olarak mayk hammer'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-96828839649152618</id><published>2008-12-15T22:46:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:46:49.200+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progressive'/><title type='text'>starbuck gibi kadına açık sms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUbQOnftrgI/AAAAAAAAAtE/lew7eWkZcAw/s1600-h/starbuckorenbayan_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUbQOnftrgI/AAAAAAAAAtE/lew7eWkZcAw/s400/starbuckorenbayan_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280136562677231106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starbuck gibi kadına açık sms&lt;br /&gt;yerine ören bayanı koydum, iyi durdu&lt;br /&gt;yerli malıdır, milli sermayedir,&lt;br /&gt;kusura bakma&lt;br /&gt;insan kolay kopamıyor köklerinden&lt;br /&gt;başka bir hayatta başka zaman umarım&lt;br /&gt;sana iyi şanslar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehmet orelyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bonus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUbIpDTzwUI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ktyi4p3tA8Q/s1600-h/Starbucks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUbIpDTzwUI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ktyi4p3tA8Q/s400/Starbucks2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280128220727066946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUbGmgoYf1I/AAAAAAAAAss/--I4FwKdzpc/s1600-h/starbuckorenbayan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-96828839649152618?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/96828839649152618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=96828839649152618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/96828839649152618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/96828839649152618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/12/starbuck-gibi-kadna-ak-sms.html' title='starbuck gibi kadına açık sms'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUbQOnftrgI/AAAAAAAAAtE/lew7eWkZcAw/s72-c/starbuckorenbayan_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-5099030295936773275</id><published>2008-12-15T15:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:33:56.267+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>Jørgen Mortensen</title><content type='html'>Danimarkalı bir muhasebeci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bkz. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2052436/"&gt;Yeni Başlayanlar için Italyanca&lt;/a&gt; ('Italiensk for begyndere')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-5099030295936773275?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/5099030295936773275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=5099030295936773275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/5099030295936773275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/5099030295936773275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/12/jrgen-mortensen.html' title='Jørgen Mortensen'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-1676368432146743835</id><published>2008-12-14T16:23:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:20:41.683+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>Yalnızlığın anlaşıldığı anlar</title><content type='html'>yalnızlık anlaşılmaz, anlaşılsa da yanlışlık olur, sistemin içinde bir yerlerde error throw edilir, bir kaç bardak kırılır, cana geleceğine mala gelsin olur. kısa bir andır (adı üstünde). işyerinin küçük mutfağında gene ucuz kahveden alınmış diye patrona saydırarak kendinize kahve yaparken bir anda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mat renkli ikea kupası&lt;/span&gt; elinizden kayıp düşer, zaman yavaşlar, ketılın cehennemi uğultusu kesilir. yere düşen bardaktan fırlayan ses süratle beyninize çakılır: evet... yalnızsınız... -dır.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o meşum gerçek, burada, patronunun mutfağında sizi kıstırıp hakikati zihninize mermi gibi çakıp gitmiştir. gerçeğin ne olduğuna uyanmış bütün kahramanlar bunu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;çarşamba&lt;/span&gt; günü yaşarlar. gizli kimlikleri onlara bu sesle müjdelenir. hayatın umarsız sularında çektikleri küreklerin gayesizliğinin apaçık ortaya çıktığı andır. sonra cengolunur, ağız burun dalınır, ışın kılıcı, iskambil kartı, ekmek bıçağı ne bulunursa hasmın üzerine fırlatılır. ancak herkese böyle olmaz, bazıları "herkes ölüm karşısında biraz yanlıştır" der geçer, nisyana basıp kömürü umutlu gecelere çufçuflar, böylece loguna yazılmadan hayatının ikinci yarısına devam eder.&lt;br /&gt;:her ölüm erken ölümdür.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa97LgJUSI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ctrOCXO4Xws/s1600-h/10-golconde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa97LgJUSI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ctrOCXO4Xws/s400/10-golconde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280116437536035106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;• &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gondalce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-1676368432146743835?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/1676368432146743835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=1676368432146743835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/1676368432146743835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/1676368432146743835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/12/yalnzln-anlald-anlar.html' title='Yalnızlığın anlaşıldığı anlar'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa97LgJUSI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ctrOCXO4Xws/s72-c/10-golconde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-3754140435086555493</id><published>2008-12-14T16:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:18:25.739+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>Forrest Gump</title><content type='html'>Robert Zemeckis, 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa7eYc6OKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/YEt0XnGGjlY/s1600-h/forrest-gump-jenny-curran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa7eYc6OKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/YEt0XnGGjlY/s400/forrest-gump-jenny-curran.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280113743772661922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94 yapımı filmmiş. sinemada izlediğime göre (94,95) aradan 14 yıl geçmiş. yeni bir bakışla neler olmuş bitmiş diye bir daha bakayım dedim. eski düşüncenin üstüne yazmışız pek hatırlamıyorum iyi mi? ama şimdiki kafayla bu filmden çıkardığım çok önemli ders var. o zamanlar eminim ki çıkarmamışımdır bu dersi, bu film diyor ki bana (bize, hepimize arkadaş), "arkadaş! başarıya giden yol seksin olmadığı yoldur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bu yol nereye çıkar abi?&lt;br /&gt;- naif misin?&lt;br /&gt;- evet abi..&lt;br /&gt;- o zaman iki yüz metre yürü cehenneme varırsın.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bu yol nereye çıkar abi?&lt;br /&gt;- aptal mısın?&lt;br /&gt;- bilemiyorum...&lt;br /&gt;- o zaman kimseyle seks yapamazsın, başarılı olursun sen arkadaş.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`şaka bir yana`, hakikaten doğru bulduğum ve yakıştırdığım bir ders bu. üstelik bu konuda yalnız mı sandınız beni, hiç de değil, arkam sağlam (&lt;a href="http://www.radikal.com.tr/Radikal.aspx?aType=RadikalDetay&amp;amp;ArticleID=910775&amp;amp;Date=01.12.2008&amp;amp;CategoryID=79"&gt;http://www.radikal.com.tr/Radikal.aspx?aType=RadikalDetay&amp;amp;ArticleID=910775&amp;amp;Date=01.12.2008&amp;amp;CategoryID=79&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azmedersen, niyetin ne olursa olsun, hatta niyetsiz bile olsan -oruç konusunda rivayet muhtelif ama- başarırsın. yoksa bu film amerikan rüyasına mı girişmiş, amerikan istorisine hınzır bir bakış mı fırlatmış umurum değil arkadaş. ben bu filmden böylecene dersimi aldım. lakin bu filmi benim hormonal normallerimin üzerinde seyrettiğim, tecrübesiz hayatımın ilk basamaklarını tırmandığım zamanlarda yapan yapımcılara iki çift lafım var: neden ben? neden biz? neden o zaman arkadaş? neden neden?... dalay lama'ya da bu açıdan kırgınım ama o kafayı kaşıma hareketi en azından yaş olarak ondan önce hadiseye uyandığım için bende bir teselli hissi yaratıyor. böyleyken böyle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neyse ben bi yol koşuya çıkıp geliyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa7eUy7egI/AAAAAAAAAr8/lP98sr2FfN4/s1600-h/forrest-gump-running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa7eUy7egI/AAAAAAAAAr8/lP98sr2FfN4/s400/forrest-gump-running.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280113742791277058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-3754140435086555493?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/3754140435086555493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=3754140435086555493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3754140435086555493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3754140435086555493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/12/forrest-gump.html' title='Forrest Gump'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa7eYc6OKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/YEt0XnGGjlY/s72-c/forrest-gump-jenny-curran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-3683329578718388374</id><published>2008-12-14T15:54:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:10:30.981+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Tweety Reviews #1</title><content type='html'>Son zamanlarda elime geçen kitaplarla ilgili Facebook'a küçük notlar düşmüştüm. Burdan devam edeyim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yan Etkiler, Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt; (2/5)&lt;br /&gt;Filmleri gibi yazmış. Görseli varken, kurusu pek iyi gitmiyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bir Şeyler Eksik, Bülent Somay&lt;/span&gt; (2/5)&lt;br /&gt;Çok kolaj, notumsu eksik kitap. Overreading kurbanı. Psikanaliz konusundaki derinliksiz bilgi göze çarpıyor ama Bülent Somay bu, okutuyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dune, Frank Herbert&lt;/span&gt; (5/5)&lt;br /&gt;Arka kapağa; "-Minör, majör- siyasetin anatomisi. Bonus olarak Ortadoğu. Hayatın neresini çevirsen, oradan okumaya başlayabilirsin" yazar çıkardım. Yaz ve çık! Oku ve lanetlen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oğullar ve Rencide Ruhlar, Alper Canıgüz&lt;/span&gt; (3/5)&lt;br /&gt;Biraz layt, kafa kitap. Çocuk kafasını geri çağırıp dekmancılık oynuyor gibi. Murat Menteş benzeşmesi mevcut. Yoksa ben mi önyazgılıyım?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Otomatik Piyano, Kurt Vonnegut Jr.&lt;/span&gt; (4/5)&lt;br /&gt;"Müdürlere" hediye edilmesi vacip kitap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Otostopçunun Galaksi Rehberi, Douglas Adams&lt;/span&gt; (4)&lt;br /&gt;İngiliz kafası. Ayrıntı manyağı. Hafif raylı düzenli kitap. Tramvayların son durağı yoktur bebek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Şarkı Okuma Kitabı, Bülent Somay&lt;/span&gt; (5)&lt;br /&gt;Bülent Somay'ın bir daha kıramadığı (egale bile değil) rekoru. Yaşlanınca 'tek kitap yazsaymışım' diyecek eminim. Ama çok erken yazmış. Yaşlı bile değil daha. "[Bütün erkeklerin] hayatının en olgun çağı 5 yaşıdır. Sonra çürüme başlar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korkunun Bütün Sesleri, VA&lt;/span&gt; (Bilimkurgu) (5/5)&lt;br /&gt;10 numara (5 yıldız az gelir). Çevirmenlerden biri tekliyordu ama hangisi hatırlamıyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa5oQ8iQXI/AAAAAAAAArs/z0Y8QrfahWU/s1600-h/2001_korkununbutun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa5oQ8iQXI/AAAAAAAAArs/z0Y8QrfahWU/s400/2001_korkununbutun2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280111714533261682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-3683329578718388374?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/3683329578718388374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=3683329578718388374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3683329578718388374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/3683329578718388374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/12/reviews-1.html' title='Tweety Reviews #1'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa5oQ8iQXI/AAAAAAAAArs/z0Y8QrfahWU/s72-c/2001_korkununbutun2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-1551791126210249695</id><published>2008-12-14T15:48:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:25:04.441+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>2001 Space Odyssey vs Solaris</title><content type='html'>Stanley Kubrick, 1968&lt;br /&gt;Andrey Tarkovski, 1972&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa0soKBFaI/AAAAAAAAArM/VSZaJNIg5q8/s1600-h/2001_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa0soKBFaI/AAAAAAAAArM/VSZaJNIg5q8/s400/2001_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280106291925161378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muhterem bülent somay'ın katkılarıyla diyebilirim ki, 2001 space odyssey "wonder" kavramıyla ilgilenir, solaris "curiosity" kavramıyla. yani birincisi "merakı", dış dünyayı, duyularla algılanabileni, insan üretimi olanı, ikincisi iç dünyayı, hissedileni, doğuştan geleni yani "tecessüsü" konu edinir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;space odyssey evrene doğru genişlerken deliren insanlık ütopyasını dolamıştır diline. ki bilgisayar, insanın yeni formudur artık. teknolojik gelişmesinin yeni bir evresi, aynı zamanda hükümdarlığının yenilmesinin hikayesidir. solaris ise, magma denizine doğru meczupa dönen insandır. içinde gördüğü büyük ummandan gözü kamaşan, korkandır. en nihaye 2001 space odyssey batıysa, solaris doğu; ilki budalalıksa, ikincisi vicdan; erkekse, öteki kadındır. ¹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bu iki yaklaşımın ortak noktası ise deliliktir. daha yakın plandan, insana sonunun hayrolmadığını muştularlarken, insanın kurdunun yine insanın kendisi olduğunu iddia ederler. ee ne demişler elçiye zeval olmaz. hem onlara hem bana. böyleyken böyle. acaba serinin üçüncü filmi "global warming" midir? hem okyanus genişliğinde hem de oldukça hissedilir (gölgede ve güneşte) etkileri olduğuna göre insanın deliliği için mükemmel bir tarifedir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son olarak şunu da belirtelim philip k. dick, solaris'in yazarı stanislaw lem hakkında kgb ajanı olduğu iddiasıyla gizli servise mektuplar yazmıştır. dick, paranoid şizofrendir. asılıp morfine bütün dünyanın deli olduğu bir roman yazmıştır. üstelik, bunu delilerin gözünden anlatır. tabii ki delileri anlattığını biz uyduruyoruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kubrick ise bütün filmografisinde her nevi deliliği anlatmaya çalışmıştır. gelsin şeridimiz: 2001 space odyssey,a clockwork orange, the shining, dr. strangelove: how i learned to stop worrying and love the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:all work and no play make jack a dull boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa020dSFEI/AAAAAAAAArU/VZkIGwfnXkg/s1600-h/solaris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa020dSFEI/AAAAAAAAArU/VZkIGwfnXkg/s400/solaris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280106467025884226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa06Addr7I/AAAAAAAAArc/jX0n787ppLQ/s1600-h/384px-Solyaris_ussr_poster.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa06Addr7I/AAAAAAAAArc/jX0n787ppLQ/s400/384px-Solyaris_ussr_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280106521787477938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¹ bilimkurgu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1960'larla birlikte bir sıçrama yaşayıp kabuğunu değiştirmiş, benzinci raflarından kitap raflarına, yeni yetme erkek çocuklarının elinden kadınların eline geçmiş, hatta elinden çıkmaya başlamış, makinalarla ilgilenirken iyiden iyiye romanlaşıp iç dünyanın durumuna göz atmaya başlamış.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-1551791126210249695?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/1551791126210249695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=1551791126210249695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/1551791126210249695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/1551791126210249695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/12/2001-space-oddyssey-vs-solaris.html' title='2001 Space Odyssey vs Solaris'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa0soKBFaI/AAAAAAAAArM/VSZaJNIg5q8/s72-c/2001_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-518861386381800443</id><published>2008-12-14T15:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:40:49.047+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>Sunset Blvd.</title><content type='html'>Billy Wilder, 1950&lt;br /&gt;Cross wishlist: Double Indemnity, Billy Wilder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUayt1qUM2I/AAAAAAAAArE/wTFRixJomuA/s1600-h/SunsetBoulevardWilliamHolden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUayt1qUM2I/AAAAAAAAArE/wTFRixJomuA/s400/SunsetBoulevardWilliamHolden2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280104113706906466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no one ever leaves a star. that's what makes one a star"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-518861386381800443?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/518861386381800443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=518861386381800443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/518861386381800443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/518861386381800443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunset-blvd.html' title='Sunset Blvd.'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUayt1qUM2I/AAAAAAAAArE/wTFRixJomuA/s72-c/SunsetBoulevardWilliamHolden2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-6295649491180696048</id><published>2008-12-14T15:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:01:27.092+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>3:10 to Yuma</title><content type='html'>James Mangold, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayatımda gördüğüm en saçma western finaline sahip film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagline ı verdik, şimdi bunu açalım biraz.&lt;br /&gt;voltron sonrası pazar sabahı sinemasıyla edindiğim western kültüründen başka özel bir western incelemem, çalışmam yok. bu nedenle westernle kurduğum ilişki daha çok kişisel boyutta kalıyor. ve filmin kalitesini, iplerimizden boşanarak (idam sehpasından kaçış -iyi,sarı) diğer kovboy arkadaşlarla meksika sınırını çizen demiryolu kenarındaki dere civarında el yapımı altıpatlar (revolver) ve winchesterımızla doldurduğumuz öğleden sonraları ile ölçebiliyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;western benim gözümde kanunsuzluktur (-tu). en güçlünün değil, en zekinin, en kurnazın ve tabii ki en hızlının hayatta kaldığı en ufak hatanın oyun dışı kalmaya sebebiyet verdiği kişisel bir hayatta kalma mücadelesidir. bu yalnız adamın (redkit) kimseye eyvallahı yoktur. kasabaya girdiğinde rüzgar, iki eli kanda olsa, susuzluğunu bittabi kasabanın saloonunda giderecek olan bu ıssız adamın hatrına, çölden dikenleri toplayıp kasabanın ana caddesinden sürükleyerek geçirir. ki o ıssız adam, bacaklarının yanlarında artık birer kılıf barındırmayan, domestik hayatlarını kasabanın atatürk caddesinden çiftlikteki hanımın alışveriş listesini tamamlamaya çalışarak geçiren -düşmüş- erkeklerin korkak, tedirgin ("eyvah bela geldi") bakışları ve saloonun üst katından göz süzen bar kadınlarının hafifmeşrep davetkarlığının ("bana gelsene yakışıklı") arasından sessiz, ağır ve kendinden emin yürüyerek geçer, barmenin çoktan hazırladığı viskisini alır ve bir hamlede mideye indirir. sonrasında dönüp ortamın tedirginlik katsayısını ölçer ("hey yabancı"). kusursuz bir erkektir. kanuntanımaz, sert, başarılı, becerikli, usta, öteki erkekler nezdinde -kadınlarına karşı mızmızlansalar da- hayranlık uyandırıcı, kadınlar tarafından tereddütsüz bağra basılacak bir damızlıktır ('one night stand'). çok nadir konuşur ve konuştuğunda mutlak yaşam ve ölüm arasındaki ayrımı yapan imbikten süzülmüş bir tecrübeye ışık tutar. bir nevi başöğretmendir. bu yüzden kasabanın kanunsuz olamayacak erkeklerinin genç evlatları bu tekinsiz öğretmene gözü kapalı kapılmaya meyillidir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barda mutlak ki, birileri laf atar ve silah, yumruk, söz ile alır ağzının payını. canını kurtarabilenler şükreder. ve aralarındaki fevri, sivri dilli &lt;caps&gt;aptal&lt;/caps&gt; jeyms'ın gidişine pek üzülmez, bu adamla muhabbet etmeye, renksiz kasaba yaşamlarına heyecan taşıyan bu kanunsuz adamın ne yapacağını görmeye can atarlar. şerif alarmdadır. bankayı mı soymaya geldi? çetesi nerede? (sonradan onlar da damlarsa tamam, şenlik başladı.) "sorun çıkarmazsan iyi edersin", "seni kasabanın dışına bıraktığımda içim rahat edecek", "karşında beni bulursun" süslemeli gözdağı vermeye çalışmalar hep şerif'in, bir arıza henüz çıkmamış dahi olsa, egemenlik ve şan şöhret alanını (ki ikisi her zaman birarada bulunur) korumaya çalışmasıyla ilgilidir. (bu açıdan mutlak karşılaştırılması gereken bir film olarak: rambo -ilk kan.) çiğ şerif vardır, babacan, yerli yerinde konuşan şerif vardır ama göğüs göğüse karşılaşma bir aşamada olur. kaybeden voltasını daha doğrusu canını alır gider. (hangi aktörün daha taşaklı olduğuna bakar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa2v_Lf7rI/AAAAAAAAArk/9lUXtiYKgSg/s1600-h/310toyuma_arkadaskurbani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa2v_Lf7rI/AAAAAAAAArk/9lUXtiYKgSg/s400/310toyuma_arkadaskurbani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280108548668255922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;line-spacing:-10px;"&gt;•  arkadaş kurbanı&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gelelim 3:10 yuma trenine.&lt;br /&gt;son dönem westernlerinin eskisi gibi bu yalnız adama uzaktan (kanyonda bir tepenin üstündeki vinçıstırın namlusundan) bakmaması çok normal. daha yakın plan, daha psikolojik faktörleri gözeten, daha karakter oyunculuğu gerektiren bir bakışla yaklaşması, sinemanın teknolojik gelişimiyle ama bir yandan zamanın durmadan her şeyin iç mekanizmalarını söküp takmaya çalışması (curiosity -benzer bir zoom durumu için (bkz: bilim kurgu)) açısından pek yerinde. şahsıma göre, en son jesse james filminin (the assassination of jesse james by the coward robert ford -adını seviyorum bu filmin) artık westernin psikolojik sınırlarını aşıp western fonlu psikolojik dramaya seğirtmesinin ardından bu film gayet de western sınırları içindedir. aksiyon-psikolojik tahlil dengesinin filme iyi dağıldığını düşünüyorum. hikayesini zaten insanlar biliyordur. sıradan bir baba-oğul ilişkisi ile bir kanunsuzun babasıyla olan/olmayan ilişkisi üzerinden babalık-oğulluk müessesesini konu edinmesi bir western açısından oldukça yerindedir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacağına astığı bir altıpatları olmayan -ve tabii ki yukarıda bahsettiğim gibi- "yarım" bir çiftçi (adı dan evans'mış) ile maaşallahı olan vurdumduymaz bir kanunsuz: ben wade. ve bu ismin peşinde koşmayı, onu yenmeye çalışarak kendini ispat şeklinde ortaya koyan yeniyetme. (bu yeniyetme figürü jesse james'teki casey affleck -ve benzeri oyunculuk- tarafından canlandırılsa daha da tadından yenmezdi sanırım bu açmaz.) aslında hikaye ben wade (iflah olmaz yeniyetme) ile delikanlı (william evans) arasında ortak baba figürü dan evans'a yönelmiş olarak seyretmekte. bu nedenle her ne kadar -bu olay beni güldürüyor ama- stockholm sendromuna tutulmuş da olsa ben wade, oğlunu canı pahasına korumaya çalışan, ölümüne bile olsa oğluna gurur ve şeref miras bırakmaya çalışan bu fedakar babaya bir nevi "baba" demek için hapsin yolunu tutar. 3:10 yuma treniyle içindeki baba yoksunluğunun çilesini doldurmaya, pek tabi kendi seçtiği zamanda tüymek üzere gönüllü olarak gider. o kadar gönüllüdür ki hatta, komiktir de. bu nedenle kendi çetesini bile gözünü kırpmadan vurur ve tekrar açık kafesine geri döner. öteki yeniyetmenin de çeteye ineklerin saldırısı formunda inek bakım sanatı bilgisini konuşturarak katkı koymasıyla (bu da babasının izinden gideceğinin işaretidir ha?) bu iki yavrucak babalarının kendilerine bıraktığı bu önemli dersi nihayete erdirirler, biz de çıkarız kerevetine. hey yavrum hey, güzelim adamları nasıl da harcadın sen öyle? hapisten çıktıktan sonra nasıl adam toplayacaksın, seni gidi iflah olmaz yaramaz seni! adaletin ikonası altıpatlarını al da gel, artık içinden bir demiryolu ve dere geçmeyen küçük arka bahçemde biraz dekmancılık oynayarak olgunlaşalım sonra gidersin vahşi batına. hem seni zaten hapiste sanıyor olacaklar ha, olmaz mı? pazar 12.00 de buluşuyoruz tamam mı?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not: karaköy'den 11.30 vapuruna binersin. sigara içmek yasak arıza çıkarmayasın, ayrıca iskeleyi çeten batırmış, temizleyip de gel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-6295649491180696048?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/6295649491180696048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=6295649491180696048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/6295649491180696048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/6295649491180696048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/12/310-to-yuma.html' title='3:10 to Yuma'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUa2v_Lf7rI/AAAAAAAAArk/9lUXtiYKgSg/s72-c/310toyuma_arkadaskurbani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-496224421452791241</id><published>2008-12-14T15:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:05:56.454+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>Casa Blanca</title><content type='html'>Michael Curtiz, 1942&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=Casablanca,+Morocco&amp;amp;mrt=all&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=47.483365,79.101563&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=37.09024,-0.307617&amp;amp;spn=23.999283,39.550781&amp;amp;z=5"&gt;Google Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son buluşmalarını paris'te la belle aurore ("seher dilberi" derim, fransızcam zayıf) adlı bir kafede yaparlar. ilsa bir femme fatale midir, nedir? gel-gitler yaşar. lakin kadro çok sağlam, sıfat çantada keklik değil yani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUbBo40PasI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CigKyEEqd8A/s1600-h/casablanca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUbBo40PasI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CigKyEEqd8A/s400/casablanca2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280120521328913090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rick bir nevi sanat için sanat ekolündendir, lazslo toplum için sanat. rick, etiyopya'ya silah taşımış, ispanya iç savaşına katılmış; lazslo tanınmış bir yazar, devrimci. toplama kampında bir sene geçirmiş. rick kendisine ulvi bir hedef koymaz, iyilik yapmıştır ama lafı bile edilmez. bir kaçak, onurlu bir kaçak, unutmak isteyen yaralı bir adam, tam anlamıyla günübirlik yaşayan bir insandır. lakin kurnazdır, analitiktir ve her zaman pragmatisttir ya da öyle mi görünmek istemektedir. kimse yemiyor bunları rick efendi, herkes senin ne içli bi insan olduğunu biliyor. almazssın mazlumun ahını. çok kral adamsın valla. her zaman olduğu gibi ama, "one day... rick..." üstüne giydiği bu umursamaz, fırsatçı maskeyi sınamak zorunda kalır. ve bir kez daha tarafsızlığını iyiler lehine bozar. gösterişsiz ve fedakardır. has adamdır, taf gaydır. "bizim oralıdır", siz her nereliyseniz. 'siz kaçın ben oyalarım' dalında altın küreye nominedir. efsanedir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazslo ise, fikirlerden kurulu dünyasında namını fikirleri ve örgütsel faaliyetiyle kazanmıştır. kendini bir misyona adamıştır, bu anlamda kaçak rick'ten daha kendiyle barışık, daha mesuttur. hakikaten daha güleryüzlüdür. hamfriy ne kadar bedbaht ve kinli bakıyorsa, lazslo o kadar umudun piyadesi, senatörüdür, aydınlık bakar. entelektüel birikim tasviridir. mücadeleci kişilik timsali, akıl almaz firarlarıyla bir kent efsanesi, avrupa çapında bir mittir. kendine güveni ve yaptığı işteki eminliği ona her nevi hükümet temsilcisini fruko'ya dönüştürme kabiliyetini kazandırmıştır. nihayetinde kadın onundur. öncesinde de onundu sonrasında da onundur. bir nevi kıtalararası hobo olan rick her zamanki gibi gelmiiiş ve geçmiiiştir. geçerken... -asla faul yapmadan ama- o gülü bir koklamış ve tadı damağında, hevesi kursağında kalmıştır. berhavadır, gündüz düşçüsüdür. lazslo etkili, sabırlı ve çabuk küsmeyen bir futbol anlayışını prensip edinmiştir. rick'le ikisini bağlayan iki ortak nokta vardır: birincisi, ikisi de insanlara acımayı biliyor öyle ya da böyle faşistleri sevmiyor ve ikinci olarak aynı kadını seviyorlardır.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;velhasıl yukarıda yazdığım her şeye amerikalının "binary sistem" demesi ne ilginçtir değil mi, sayın izleyiciler? adam class oluşturmuş yazıda, modül modül takılmış hayata karşı.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filmin odağında erkek iki tip karakteri de vardır (erkekler sadece iki tiptir. bunu bilmiyor muydunuz?) gizemli ve nazi karşıtı erkekle, başarılı ve nazi karşıtı erkek. bir kadın için seçim yapması en zor şey. bu yüzden ilsa bir femme fatale değildir. olamaz da. çünkü bu iki erkek karşısında asıl sorunsalı iktidarı ele geçirmek isteği değil, hangi iktidarın kölesi olacağı, yanında olacağı, başının tacı olacağı, hangisine bir düzine minik yavru üreteceği, nazi karşıtı bir nesili yetiştireceğidir? sonuçta nazi karşıtlığında %100 öteki her şey de %50 ihtimal olması ve bunu seçmek için yazı tura atmanın yakışık almayacağı bir durum söz konusudur. (allah kolaylık versin.) -sinema için de zor bir soru. ikisinden birini rencide etmemek gerek. ikisi de iyi çocuk. (söz uçar görüntü kalır.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tabii ki ibadetin gizlisini yapan makbuldür.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilsa, bardağın bir dolu bir boş olması gibi gider gelir, gelir gider. (bkz: algının shift etmesi) ama filmin de dakka birden itibaren rick'i göstermesinden anlamalıydık. entelektüeller topluma faydalıdır evet, yaşamaları ve yaşatılmaları gereklidir evet. ancak hayat öyküleri o kadar da enteresan değildir. kimse "herkesin hikayesi var" dalında rick gibi erkeklerin hikayelerine kayıtsız kalamaz, ne erkek ne kadın. unisex bir alfa masalıdır. ilsa'nın gönlü tabii ki, fatih tekke'de, aklı ali sami yen stadındadır. noluyo lan?!.. gözler maçın hakemi kaptan röno'dadır.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilsa'nın seçimi, yadırganmayacak şekilde, olayların gelişimine paralel erkeklerin, en çok ve daha çok da rick'in dahiyane ve fedakar planının doğal bir ürünü olur. ilsa, aşkı için kendini feda eden rick'te bırakıp kalbini (onun için fazla endişelenmemek gerek, bir şekilde nassolsa paçayı sıyıracaktır, en yetenekli ikiden biridir o), kaderin garip, tarihin her şekilde kazançlı olduğu bir tecellesi olarak laszlo'yla ayrılır şehirden. (had to be) işte öyle bir şey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rick'e yer mi yok? ortamların sevilen adamı, bir mekana ikinci gidişinde kesin müdavim indirimi alacak rick, mutlak bulur bir yerler. bilmediği yerlerde çok dostları vardır onun. iyi adamdır rick. (whats next- öteki macera, kırbaçlı adam, rick sadece rick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laszlo, dünyanın geleceği için çocuk doğuracak, ağaç dikecek, ders verecek, önderlik edecek, bez değiştirecek. bundan mutlu olacak. dünyanın geleceğinde söz sahibi olacak, olduracak. iyi adamdır laszlo. (viktor -hem ismi de şahane. bu adam bu tip bir saygıyla anılacak demek ki: vasco de gama. sıradan adam ismi vs fuleli adam ismi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laszlo beyaz atlı prens'tir, rick hayatımın en güzel anısıdır. laszlo evlenilecek, rick eğlenilecek erkektir. ilsa ne olursa olsun kazanandır (şüphe götürmesine izin verilmeyen alan). ne olursa olsun kazanan özgür dünyadır, hepimiziz, biziz. ikinci dünya savaşı şartları: durum kötü kolla götü.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUbBo6JZynI/AAAAAAAAAsM/8U0QcQ0Tyy0/s1600-h/casablanca1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUbBo6JZynI/AAAAAAAAAsM/8U0QcQ0Tyy0/s400/casablanca1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280120521686108786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek:&lt;br /&gt;imdb diyormuş ki rick, humphrey bogart; victor laszlo, paul henreid. isimlerdeki karizma diyalektiği diye buna derim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-496224421452791241?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/496224421452791241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=496224421452791241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/496224421452791241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/496224421452791241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/12/casa-blanca.html' title='Casa Blanca'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeUy__OqA70/SUbBo40PasI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CigKyEEqd8A/s72-c/casablanca2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-1581852528069523944</id><published>2008-09-17T01:36:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:25:46.787+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progressive'/><title type='text'>bizim ilişkimiz legible değildi zaten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stbride.org/friends/conference/badtype/arabic-typefaces.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.stbride.org/friends/conference/badtype/images/arabic-typefaces/7-legibility.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neden bebekim, bir tanem&lt;br /&gt;nedir bu legible allaşkına?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oysa fazlasıyla readable'dı,&lt;br /&gt;sen de farkındasın biliyorum&lt;br /&gt;okunabildiğini üstümüzün başımızın&lt;br /&gt;sana kal diyemiyorum çünkü sans serif'le başım belada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umarsız bir gölge düştü hayama&lt;br /&gt;sevişemiyorum dolu dizgin boşluğunda&lt;br /&gt;anahtarı espasın altına bırak,&lt;br /&gt;-önümüzdeki- bir akşam bir legible gibi geleceğim kapına..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-1581852528069523944?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' 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same,&lt;br /&gt;and there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives&lt;br /&gt;and they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,&lt;br /&gt;and they all have pretty children and the children go to school&lt;br /&gt;and the children go to summer camp and then to the university&lt;br /&gt;where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boys go into business and marry and raise a family&lt;br /&gt;in boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-6147668815244645451?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/6147668815244645451/comments/default' title='Post 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>otuz yaş</title><content type='html'>daha vakit var diye&lt;br /&gt;yazmadığımız&lt;br /&gt;şiirlerdi&lt;br /&gt;kaldılar&lt;br /&gt;yüzümüzden gelip geçti&lt;br /&gt;ilk gençliğin fener alayları&lt;br /&gt;yeniyetme arkadaş çetesi dağıldı artık&lt;br /&gt;büyümenin konaklama yerlerinde&lt;br /&gt;nice ihanete uğradık&lt;br /&gt;ayrıldı yollar&lt;br /&gt;ömrümüzü koyduğumuz şeylerdi ki&lt;br /&gt;dört yöne dağıldılar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daha vakit var diye&lt;br /&gt;dönüp de bir gün&lt;br /&gt;kaldığımız yerden,hepsini birden&lt;br /&gt;yaşarız sandık&lt;br /&gt;oysa emanetmiş bizim sandıklarımız&lt;br /&gt;içlerinde kilitli kalmış onca şeyle&lt;br /&gt;günü geldi&lt;br /&gt;aldılar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasıl kullanılacağı bilinmeyen anlardı&lt;br /&gt;sonuna dek yaşamaktan korkup da kaçtığımız&lt;br /&gt;yerini ve anlamını bulmayı beklerken&lt;br /&gt;çürüdü gitti içimizde&lt;br /&gt;saklı duygularımız&lt;br /&gt;şimdi yabancı bakışlara bir şey söylemeyen&lt;br /&gt;karalama defterleri,bulanık anılar&lt;br /&gt;rüzgara,ateşe,suya yazılmış&lt;br /&gt;gençliğin solgun güncesi&lt;br /&gt;biz ne zaman büyüdük&lt;br /&gt;onlar ne zaman yetim kaldılar&lt;br /&gt;tutulan güneşlerin altında&lt;br /&gt;yollar geçildi&lt;br /&gt;dönüş yok artık o duyarlığa&lt;br /&gt;yaşarken ve yazarken&lt;br /&gt;yarım kalmış şiirler&lt;br /&gt;yarım kaldılar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murathan 'gunman'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-8105677535891685922?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/8105677535891685922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>bir şeyi başka bir şeyle anlatmanın eni konu üç yolu</title><content type='html'>İnsan düşünmeyi seviyor. felsefeye bakıyorsun bildiğimiz kuyuları başka başka kazmaktan başka uğraş yok, şiire bakıyorsun tanıdık duyguları bambaşka yüceltmeye çalışma, müzik... -du sonra gelicem oraya-, reklamcılık, çamaşır makinesi hep aynı dertleri daha iyi ısıtıp ısıtıp tatmin sağlamaya çalışıyor. çünkü biz düşüneni seviyoruz. düşünmeyi seviyoruz. düşüneni yüceltiyoruz, düşünmeden ötürü. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dine bakıyorsun, hep birisi, ozan ruhlu, mecnun yürekli birisi çıkıp ben öyle kusursuz bir evren yaratırım ki, düşünebilenlerin hepsinden daha düşünülmüş olur. böylece ben etrafımdakilere fersah atarım. ama böylece aynı zamanda insanoğlu, düşünmeyi sadece sevmiyor, düşüncesine tapıyor da. düşünme yetisine "sen öyle yüce bir varlıksın ki, senin önünde eğilirim" diyor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;düşüncesinin kölesi insan, paradoksal evreninin içinde kendisini var eden güce tapınırken esasta kendisini tanrı yerine koymuş oluyor tabii ki. öteki türlerde acaba bir tanrı fikri var mıdır? yoksa hepsi bizimle aynı tanrıya mı tapmaktadırlar? tapmakta mıdırlar ki? yüzlerini güneşe dönen ayçiçekleri, bilirler mi acaba insanın, bu hareketlerine hayran olduğunu ve tapılası kusursuzluğun bir delaleti saydığını, kimilerinin ise doğrudan tanrının kendisi olarak gördüğünü?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;işte dil bu noktada tümüyle devrimci bir virajdır. düşünmeyi yazma ve konuşma gibi bir sistematiğin içine taşımış ve insan anlatıda kinestetik bir sıçrama yaşamış. ama durmamış, ikinci bir adım daha atmış, sanatla (felsefe, ekmek) işini sağlama almış. sanat ikinci lisandır yani. sanat, zanaat, meslek, iş... insanın iki aşamalı özgürlüğünün kendisinin kutsanması, yeniden var edilmesi, sindirilmesi ve yeniden doğurulması (sıçmak) bir yerlerde bir zaman yaşamak için, ama hayatta kalmak anlamında olan, ömrünün sonuna sağ salim gelmeye çalışan, her gün uykuya ertesi gün uyanıp da yeniden uyuyabilmek için yatan anlamda yaşamak için yapıldığında döngüsünü tamamlıyamıyor. insan kendi varlığının kanıtını bulmak da zorluk çekiyor, yolunu kaybediyor, kayboluyor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;müzik mesela, resim, plastik sanatlar, performatif sanatlar, bir şeyimizi başka bir yörüngede anlatmaya giriştiği için bağrımıza bastığımız şeyler değil mi? "tam beni anlatıyor" şeylerini birisinin bilinir görünür kılmadaki başarısı, takdirimiz ve vuslat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"de te fabula narratur" a sıçrayasım geldi, gitti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonrasında nazım'dan "şu bizim zanaatlar, diyorum..." diye başlayan dizelerini dayadım mı, diye düşündüm, taksime çıkardık evelallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oysa başka şeyler vardı aklımda anlatacak. &lt;br /&gt;neyse şimdi yayınımız "hayvanlar saati" adlı belgeselle devam edecek.&lt;br /&gt;acaba hayvanlardan başka ne gibi farklarımız varmış bakalım?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.hah hatırladım.. filozofinin 'düşünce sevgisi' anlamına geldiğini söyliycektim. hmm.. yazı bitmiş, neyse başka zaman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-536968528479464733?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-2177539657567223212</id><published>2008-04-22T00:06:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:36:49.819+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ilan'/><title type='text'>Riyakar</title><content type='html'>'First Official Announcement'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Başkasının yerine utanmayı bilen, şaşırmayı unutmamış, photoshop ve illustrator maharetlerini, word, rich text format marifetlerini terketmemiş, anal retantifte üç yıl tecrübeyi hesapsızca tüketmiş gençler aranıyor. onlar kendilerini biliyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Çok yeni, her daim en yeni, post-fanzin. &lt;br /&gt;Bayisiz kazanç!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şuursuz ek:&lt;br /&gt;Adabsız, yersiz, yurtsuz, umutsuz, garip, saçma, primitif, ulussuz, ırkçı, global, ha!lokal, niyetli, yollu, saldırgan, akışkan %92'nin %28'i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-2177539657567223212?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/2177539657567223212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=2177539657567223212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/2177539657567223212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/2177539657567223212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/2008/04/riyakar.html' title='Riyakar'/><author><name>ankesor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524701960845793015.post-6626423212730397108</id><published>2008-04-22T00:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T02:12:32.187+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><title type='text'>Çok Üşümek</title><content type='html'>Bir Kalır uzun resimlerde anısı sakallarımızın&lt;br /&gt;Urban içinde Üşüyüp Üşüyüp kaldığımızın&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bir Kalır yanık yağlar kokusu şehirlerde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uzun nehirlere binip uzaklaşmadıkça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bir Kalır yabancı yataklarda o oteller&lt;br /&gt;Meydanlar heykeller sizin olmadığınız o her yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O çok yalınç gerçekli gelip gitmeler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bir Kalır uzun duvarlar ve onların dipleri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bir Kalır Yılgın Adamların hep "Evet" dedikleri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Çok üşürdük hep üşürdük üşümekti bütün yaşadığımız&lt;br /&gt;Üşürdü ellerimiz aşkımız sonsuz uzun sakallarımız&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tükenir dağınık diriliği kaşıntımızın bir gün&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bir Kalır uzun kitaplarda anısı çok Üşüdüğümüzün&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turgut Uyar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-6626423212730397108?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/6626423212730397108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=6626423212730397108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Beslenme Alışkanlıkları&lt;br /&gt;Facebook Effect&lt;br /&gt;Retina Kardeşliği&lt;br /&gt;Google Search Result Bakım Sanatı (Repütasyon Kirlenmesi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524701960845793015-8298268243180207?l=darvakitler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darvakitler.blogspot.com/feeds/8298268243180207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1524701960845793015&amp;postID=8298268243180207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/8298268243180207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1524701960845793015/posts/default/8298268243180207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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seviştik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bir yanımız kan revan içindeydi&lt;br /&gt;bir yanımız sütbeyaz akşamlarda&lt;br /&gt;meydanlarda kaldı ellerimiz kollarımız&lt;br /&gt;delik deşik hasta sedyelerinden&lt;br /&gt;bakışlarla gözlerle seviştik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aşkımız eskiden kalma bugünlere&lt;br /&gt;ne yalan ne gerçek olduğu gibi&lt;br /&gt;buğdaysız pamuksuz ilaçsız&lt;br /&gt;yokluğa karşı gizli kapaklı&lt;br /&gt;bulutlarla yıldızlarla seviştik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buğdaysız pamuksuz ilaçsız olsun&lt;br /&gt;- aşktan iyisi var mı -&lt;br /&gt;ölenden öldürene geçen sevdayla&lt;br /&gt;yüz yıl sonra bin yıl sonra on bin yıl sonra&lt;br /&gt;yaratacağımız dipdiri hazlarla seviştik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seviştik ya elbet sevişiriz&lt;br /&gt;sevişmek oldum olası bizim işimizdir&lt;br /&gt;bir ateş varsa dağlarda&lt;br /&gt;bir ateş varsa karanlıklarda&lt;br /&gt;bir ateş varsa bomboş şehirlerde&lt;br /&gt;bizim ateşimizdir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;* tşk 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