I’ve been taking a stroll down memory lane with the top-selling albums of the 1970s, a sort of personal farewell tour. But don’t worry, this isn’t one of those “farewell” tours that music acts like The Who or Cher love to milk for decades. No, this is more like revisiting old haunts, savoring the bitter and the sweet, and offering a proper “so long” to the soundtrack of my youth. During the golden years of 1971 to 1980, I went from nine to eighteen—a stretch of time that perfectly bookended my high school era. Naturally, the music of this decade made a massive impression on me. But, like that friend who overstays their welcome, a lot of these songs have been played to death. My old kit bag will carry only a few carefully chosen relics as most of the overexposed hits are being gently but firmly shown the door.
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More fake family photos and unusual resemblances
The above photo is the Joplin family. Judging by hair styles, I would guess it to have been taken in the early 1960s, except for “Janis,” of course. She is dressed in a manner that would be more common in the mid-to-late sixties. She has been pasted in to the photo much in the same manner as John Denver in the Deutschendorf family photo in the previous post. With Denver, it was his head on someone else’s body, but in this instance they have superimposed the entire body of Janis over someone else. Otherwise the photo would make no sense. It would be of four people and an empty space. (The sharp lines on Janis, the odd black space between inner left arm and torso are the giveaway, in addition to manner of dress.)
I suggest that Janis Joplin, a set of twins by the way, was given a back story, that her name was not Joplin, that this was not her family, and that in her current Zombie state, her name is also not “Amy Goodman.”
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Fun with photo analysis
I have planned for some time now to do an exposé about Jim Morrison, lead singer of the Doors who faked his death in 1971. We have already found his girlfriend, Pamela Courson here. It turns out she became a late-inning replacement for Barbara Walters.
Jim we have not located. I do know that before his fake death, he was body-doubled. So he was somewhere else when he died. I don’t think he has reappeared. I could be easily surprised. However, I think we can have more fun with this matter if we take another angle.
While at the Miles Mathis conference last summer. I brought up the matter of the photo below:
Those are the three children of Clara and Rear Admiral George Stephen Morrison. They are, left to right, Anne, Jim and Andrew. And Jim is indeed the “Jim Morrison” we knew. Make no mistake about that.
Miles looked at this photo on my IPad and I instantly saw a light go on behind his eyes. It is fake. He took it and passed it around the room for everyone to view, and then after our input, gave his own view of what is wrong with the photo.
I could pass all that along to you, but am not going to. We do a lot of work here with photos, but speaking for myself, my naked-eye work is not anywhere near the caliber of Mathis’s. So I thought this might be fun – just to lay out some photos, and let readers judge whether they are real, of if fake, what is wrong with them.
The photo above is #1. Following below the fold are seven more. All of them exhibit signs of photo monkey business, in my humble opinion. But I am no expert, just a student, so please chime in. And above all, have fun!
The strange saga of Morrison and Courson
Connected to Jim Morrison, for whom we have no autopsy, body or official death record, add Pamela Courson. She too disappeared just like Jim, without records at the age of 27.
Pamela was born in 1946, and like Jim was in a Military family. (Jim’s dad was the commander of the fleet in the Gulf of Tonkin when that non-event happened.) She was with Jim in France when he died, and inherited his considerable estate, much to Jim’s parents’ chagrin. There followed, according to Wikipedia, court cases.
Pamela, like Jim, does not turn up in the Social Security Death Index, nor are there any other “Pamela Courson’s” who have ever lived or died on record there. SSDI is not the final word on anything – for that we would need a coroner’s report, toxicology, and autopsy. Of course, none of that exists either.
At this stage in my meanderings in this murky world of mysterious death and disappearance, I am going to put Pamela on a list I am calling “BSE,” for “became someone else.” She might even be reading this blog post. I am pretty sure she did not die.
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