Mrs Morrison's Hotel

The 100% personal official blog for Patricia Kennealy Morrison, author, Celtic priestess, retired rock critic, wife of Jim

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I was born..no, wait, sorry, that's "David Copperfield". Anyway, I was born in Brooklyn, grew up on Long Island, went to school in upstate NY and came straight back to Manhattan to live. Never lived anywhere else. Never wanted to. Got a job as a rock journalist, in the course of which I met and married a rock star (yeah, yeah, conflict of interest, who cares). Became a priestess in a Celtic Pagan tradition, and (based on sheer longevity) one of the most senior Witches around. Began writing my Keltiad series. Wrote a memoir of my time with my beloved consort (Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison). See Favorite Books below for a big announcement...The Rennie Stride Mysteries. "There is no trick or cunning, no art or recipe, by which you can have in your writing that which you do not possess in yourself." ---Walt Whitman (Also @ pkmorrison.livejournal.com and www.myspace.com/hermajestythelizardqueen)

Friday, May 25, 2007

Rolling Over

MDF Sukipot has ID'd the Beethoven piece that I was being tormented by which Elvis Costello is grooving to in that Lexus commercial: 2nd movement of Beethoven 9.

THANKYOU!!!!! I knew it was a symphony (well, was 99% sure as opposed to overture, etc.), certainly knew it was Beethoven and not just because our Declan said so...just couldn't place it.

Oh, you know, I saw Elvis for the very first time when he busked for us CBS officers at the summer 1977 CBS Records in London. We were coming out of a huge new-product presentation at the Inn on the Park that MDF Janice Scott and I had put together, for all attendees, very big deal, and there in the vast modernistic lobby was this skinny guy with black-rimmed glasses, a guitar and a small amp, playing his heart out. The real music freaks, we all stopped to listen; the suits, not so much.

And that's how it all began, my dears, and that's how it all began. [/Kipling]

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