Part One: Alan Graham
Alan Graham once was married to Anna, Jim Morrison's sister. But he is NOT the son-in law anymore, but EX-brother-in-law of James Douglas Morrison. And it's funny how he claims that real family members don't exploit Jim Morrison or the family in any way. And he claims that only 'frauds' exploit Jim Morrison of the Doors. But this ex-brother-in-law is always doing some outlandish psychopathic scheme to exploit Jim Morrison AND the family in any way he can. or any way he finds convenient to himself, without regards to the family or the man that he is claiming to love so much.
It seems to me - and this is the opinion of one - well, no, I shouldn't say that - the truth would be many - that the schemes that the ex-brother-in-law of James Morrison actually does, is in every way he can, ALWAYS trying to make money off of Jim Morrison and the estate. But that's not all. He goes on to make money off of many dead rock n' roll stars, including actors, and has no regards for anyone but himself. He's the kind of person that wouldn't care if another person's baby was drowning in a river...but if there was money to be made, he would surely run for his life to save that child. Pretty quick to pull that trigger, aren't you, Alan Graham?
Now enough talking about people who haven't no better things to do than talk crap - and I mean PURE CRAP! about people that don't deserve anything but award for good deed which has nothing to do with the music or the concerts. But for what he does, for the many people Cliff Morrison meets, greets, and befriends with pure and honest intentions; only to build friendships worldwide and connect as many souls of the planet together - before, which Cliff thinks, the world's end. So if Cliff is guilty of anything, it's what he gets arrested for which is mostly drugs (and he does need help, unless he already helped himself).
Let me tell you about the man who claims to be the son of Jim Morrison of the rock band The Doors: Cliff Morrison.
But before I do that, let me tell you what I used to be. For one, I used to be a very rude and judgmental person. And it was very hard for anyone to convince me of anything supernatural, or anything or anybody related, without proof - including anything controversial - unless there was solid proof to be pulled and shown to me and put before me for me to investigate, myself. Let's just say that I was a blind man with perfect sight, that a certain young gentleman opened my eyes and took the clouds away so I can finally see.
But still today, I still have the capabilities and the nerve as the journalist I am, to be as rude and ruthless and should I say, heartless as well as I used to be when I was the same as Alan Graham but in a more honest way. Without the scandals and marrying a sister of a rock n' roll star in order just to get close to a famous man and his family for reasons of money, fame, and fortune. Which I'm glad to inform, that Anna Morrison and the family caught on to Alan Graham's over pushy persona for all the reasons that I just explained. And Anna divorced Alan Graham in the mid to later 80's. More power to you, Anna!
And for any reason that any of the living family has anything to do with Graham, is only to keep tabs and make sure that he keeps from doing more stupid stuff to embarrass the family any further.
As a journalist, ruthless I was. And there was hardly no one on this earth - rock stars, actors, or high profile people...involved in court cases, or scandalous acts, bank robberies, etc. that I couldn't make cry after one of my articles released through any newspapers, magazines, etc. And how many times all the people I wrote about threatened to take ME to court and sue me for everything I own including the shirt on my back for the articles I wrote on them... which they were never able to accomplish that task cause a good writer always knows how to cover his ass. So I never really took threats seriously. But there was only one man I did take seriously who offered no threats at all. And that would be the man that the world loves to hate, (that I thought I hated as well!) Cliff Morrison.
The first time I heard the name Cliff Morrison was on the Howard Stern show, 1996. The second time I heard the name Cliff Morrison I was sitting at a dinner in Hell's Kitchen, New York. And the third time I heard the name Cliff Morrison, was at a business meeting at Rolling Stone magazine. And I said yes, I'll take that story. And it was the only story I never finished.
I was handed a phone number by some executives from Rolling Stone, so I did a little bit of research. Well, quite a bit of research. And everyone knows that you shouldn't really believe everything that you read. So you have to learn to pick and choose what's real and what's not just the same as there will be people picking and choosing what's real and what's not from this post, that is truly fact. Even though I promised Cliff that I would never protect him in any way because he asked me not to, and I never really knew why... it kills me, it completely kills me, to see vicious greedy men tearing a man's reputation apart and lying about an individual that I know for a fact is innocent of all things these evil men rumor, about Cliff Morrison.
The first time I talked to Cliff Morrison on the phone, I didn't really know what to say to Cliff - except maybe the same thing Howard Stern wanted to say to him: What's your story, man??? Or maybe, Who the hell do you think you are? Well, I chose number two. And boy oh boy was that indeed the wrong approach! So I tried number one. And he told me a little bit of his story. And then I went back to number two. And I found again, it was still the wrong approach. And no matter how hard I tried, I found one person in my whole career as a journalist, that I could not break - and I mean NOT break! I got more mean and more vicious with Cliff Morrison than I have ever been with anyone that I have interviewed that I just didn't like. Then something dawned on me while I was being so mean to Cliff: Why the hell am I being so mean to Cliff? Then all of a sudden I think Cliff finally broke. Actually I think it was me that broke. I went from "Hell no I don't want to go to your show - this ain't no music interview" to "I think going to your show would be very nice".
So here I was a week later on a flight from New York to California, flying in to LAX. It was much easier to fly back then because 9/11 hadn't happened yet. Which I am so glad that I didn't have to go through that much stress considering that I was so stressed out waiting nearly 24 hours in a hotel room, waiting for Cliff's show to come. And wondering how this interview is going to take place. As a matter of fact, I couldn't even think at all. It was the most nerve-wracking anticipating interview that I have ever done. I found myself standing at the mirror in my hotel room practicing how I was going to talk to Cliff; and practicing the questions that I was going to ask Cliff, and wondering, Why the hell am I practicing?!! Because I had never done that before. Ever. In my entire life, except maybe my very first interview with a big artist, in 1973 - which was Elvis Presley. With Elvis, I was nervous, but I wasn't freaked like I was from the night before Cliff's show, all the way to the night of Cliff's show.
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