The Velvet Forum

So I'll be talking to a friend about the Velvet Underground, and they know almost nothing about the music or any of the members, and then I'll mention the name Nico and they get a big grin and tell me about the elevator scene in the Doors movie. And then I get depressed and just shrug. I don't really care whether or not she performed her services on Jim Morrison in front of his girlfriend, but considering it's the image half my friends have of the band, I'm curious if there's any truth to it. Anyone know?

People say Nico and Jim didn't talk really. They met, stared at each other silently, then walked away. Later, Morrison got drunk and started to touch and come onto Nico who screamed and that was about it. Magical, eh?

In "Life and Lies of an Icon" Nico says that they had an affair in the summer of '67 when they both stayed at the Castle in Los Angeles, and this affair involved walking naked on high ledges and consuming a lot of peyote in the desert and hey, they probably fucked because who wouldn't? But apparently Nico felt very strongly for Morrison and claims to have dyed her hair red to get his attention and then wore nothing but black for the rest of her life after his death. They were "soul siblings." That Doors movie sucked on a whole other level. Everything about it was just bad. There are two upcoming Nico films, one indie one this summer and a more mainstream one sometime next year and I hope they turn out decent. I'm not the biggest purist about "the legend" of the VU or Nico or anything (I love me some gossip and nothing made me laugh harder than that "shit in my mouth" chapter in Please Kill Me) but something like the Doors movie was just SO self conscious that Jim Morrison was a big deal figure that it pretty much killed the rest of the movie.

I always liked that Doors movie and also Velvet Goldmine, both of which many people hate, oh well, I watched Battleship Potemkin last night now THATS a great movie

Back in the swinging sixties, Michael Caine is holding a big showbiz party in his swanky new house. Everyone who's anyone is there - top stars from the worlds of movies, music, fashion and art. There's the best wines that money can buy, oysters, champagne, Lennon and McCartney are helping themselves at the bar.

Jim Morrison and his band are sitting on the couch singing "Light My Fire" and over in the corner, George Peppard's getting very pally with Sophia Loren.

All's going really well until Jim Morrison decides he's bored out of his skull and wants to go home for an early night curled up with a good book.

"Oi Jim," objects Michael Caine, "party's just got started. How's about I get one of the ladies to take you into the spare bedroom for a bit of the ol' how's yer father?"

"Fair play," nods Jim (well that's not his exact words, but you get the gist), "as long as she does the rest of the band too."

"Not a problem, Jim," smiles Michael as he pulls a young dolly bird in close and whispers some instruction in her ear. Half an hour later, the young lass is just wiping her chin when in walks Ringo Starr.

"Alright luv?" he drones, "don't suppose you fancy extending that service to me, do you?" The young lass thinks about this for a second, then says "What the hell!" and proceeds to unzip Ringo's fly and get to work.

Ringo's having a grand time, until, mere moments before the end, the door flies open and Michael Caine bursts in. He grabs the woman by her hair and slaps her hard across the face!

"Wh-what was that for?" she whimpers. "I told you," Caine snarls - "You were only supposed to blow the bloody Doors off ..."




I'm very, very sorry.