Pamela Courson on the cover of Drag Racing 1967


Well, she’s fashionably lean
And she’s fashionably late
She’ll never rank a scene
She’ll never break a date
But she’s no drag
Just watch the way she walks

She’s a twentieth century fox
She’s a twentieth century fox
No tears, no fears
No ruined years, no clocks
She’s a twentieth century fox, oh yeah

She’s the queen of cool
And she’s the lady who waits
Since her mind left school
It never hesitates
She won’t waste time
On elementary talk

‘Cause she’s a twentieth century fox
She’s a twentieth century fox
Got the world locked up
Inside a plastic box
She’s a twentieth century fox, oh yeah
Twentieth century fox, oh yeah
Twentieth century fox
She’s a twentieth century fox


More New Pictures of Jim and Pam’s Laurel Canyon

More photos were added into the IG account jim_morrison_laurel_cyn_house this week. They did a beautiful job with the renovations. I can’t wait to see more photos!



A video clip about the Laurel Canyon home and the fire that took down the original frame of the house.

Source:  instagram/jim_morrison_laurel_cyn_house

Linda Ronstadt remembers Pamela Courson


“I remember Jim showing up at the Fillmore with Pamela and she just looked like someone had been dancing on her jaw,” says Linda Ronstadt. “I asked her what had happened and she said, no pun intended, “I ran into a door!”

Quote came from Pamela Courson-She Dances In a Ring of Fire

Colors!A night out with Pamela Courson


I will just copy/paste this story directly from the source.

Pam Courson is usually mentioned in biographies of Jim Morrison but she almost evades a closer look at her as a person other than Morrison’s “Cosmic Mate”. In “Strictly From Hunger!” a memoir of musician John Morton’s experiences as one of the hottest bands in L.A. in 1968. The excerpt tells the story of night he and a bandmate ran into Pam Courson. “Strictly From Hunger!” is a work in progress, here is the excerpt on the night with Pam Courson.

One of our songs, “Colors”, came about because we met Pam Courson at The Whisky. She came back stage and I just figured she was a groupie wanting a piece of the band. She said her name was Valerie Sunshine (this may not have been unusual for Pam in an article about her boutique, Themis, Pam used the pseudonym Pamela Roselilly). She told us she wasn’t interested in sex but she had some LSD she wanted to share and go down to Santa Monica beach. Mike Lane and I said, “What the hell! Why not!” We were done with our set and it wasn’t the first time we spent late hours with chicks getting high.

Me, Valerie, and Mike walked on the beach in Santa Monica. The night was perfect on the beach, full moon and turquoise ocean with beautiful waves rolling in. In the distance you could see the lights on the pier. Valerie was like a goddess in a white lace see through blouse and an airy short white skirt with long red hair. She was running and skipping on the sand like a carefree child. She just breezed through the air, floating like a leaf, a beautiful white leaf. Valerie had that magical quality that just drew you in, it was her night. We were all high on Blue Owsley one of the strongest mind altering acid you could take. Some people experienced peace and calm, others experienced wild and frantic abandonment. If we had been with anybody else it would probably have been the later. Valerie was just this innocent soul who wanted to share herself. At least that’s how I was envisioning her as an angel passing through time that just so happened to catch the attention of two wiley musicians. She was magical. All of sudden the intensity of colors just emerged from nowhere. She smiled and said” can you see how fantastic the world is?” She looked at Mike and me and said, “Create me a song!” We looked over at the pier and flashed on the beautiful lights and colors and watched the waves roll in simultaneously from the turquoise sea under a bright moonlit sky and Mike Lane sang “lights flashing, images before my eyes, people turning finally/all the colors in the world have come from me.” How profound in that moment, I finished with “try and realize what life is worth if you don’t have a disguise.” At that moment there was a full orchestra at my command and the music just flowed in, the violins and strings just resounded as if I was conducting the song. Valerie said “Bravo! You did not let me down!” Valerie Sunshine had made an unforgettable night! Who would have thought we would of experienced something greater than sex? It was as orgasmic as it gets. She then became the mad hatter and said “I’m late! I’m late for a very important date.” We drove back to The Whisky and Valerie said as she got out of the van, “in the real world my name is Pam—Pam Courson.” Then she disappeared into the crowd.

The next day as we were rehearsing we put together our new song “Colors.” It just came together seamlessly, guitars, keyboard and vocals. The song instantly became part of our set list. I didn’t put two and two together till years later that Pam Courson was Jim Morrison’s girlfriend. That night in 1968 I’ll always remember her as Valerie Sunshine.

If you would like to keep up with the progress of the book or find out more information about John Morton and Hunger! please visit the Strictly From Hunger Facebook page.

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