Is rock legend Jim Morrison (The Doors) still alive? He is at his West Hollywood last known U.S. residence where he was still residing when he visited Paris and reportedly died in 1971. Or did he? The owner, Hollywood celebrity Cheri Woods, who has been interviewed on numerous tv and radio shows, claims that the famous rock legend faked his death and she has been in touch with him. Psychics who have stayed there have reported sightings of him inside his apartment. Strange happenings occurred during the filming of a seance involving world renouned psychics for an international tv show.

Each guest is given a tour brochure which reveals anecdotes from when Jim lived there, along with stories of other famous rock ‘n rollers who visited the building. While taking a self-guided tour around the property including the inside of Jim’s former apartment. You will see the Jim Morrison bust on display, along with other interesting items such as Jim’s former garage door. There is a courtyard area with seating for relaxation while you listen to The Doors music playing in the background, almost as if they were playing in concert there for you once again. Cost is only $10 per person.

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While their former homes are probably not haunted, these top dead celebrities’ former abodes are for sale.

1. George C. Scott Connecticut estate. George C. Scott was one of America’s greatest actors with such roles as General George S. Patton, Willy Loman and Dr. Strangelove during his 40-year career.
2. Former Betty Grable home (Los Angeles). Before Marilyn Monroe, Farrah Fawcett and Pamela Anderson, there was Betty Grable, perhaps the most famous pin-up girl in Hollywood history whose peekaboo bathing suit pose was more popular with World War II GIs than beer and cigarettes.
3. Groucho Marx Beverly Hills home. Groucho (Julius Henry Marx) with his brothers became one of America’s most popular comedy acts. Groucho created a film persona as a wise guy with an exaggerated bent-over gait, huge greasepaint mustache and eyebrows, and a big cigar. Groucho was in 13 movies with his brothers, including such classics as “Animal Crackers” and “Duck Soup.”
4. Ozzie and Harriet Nelson home. “The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet” was one of many 1950s era TV shows that depicted a typical American family, starring Ozzie Nelson, and his wife, Harriet, and their two sons David and Ricky. There is a widespread Hollywood story that their former home is haunted.
5. Dean Martin home (Los Angeles). Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis made 16 movies together, had their own radio series and stayed together for 10 years. Dean Martin was one of the top acts in Las Vegas for 30 years and his improv performances with fellow Rat Packers Frank Sinatra, Joey Bishop and Sammy Davis Jr. are still legendary today.
6. Jim Morrison. Jim Morrison was the frontman for The Doors whose hits included “Light My Fire” and “Riders on the Storm.” Although his grave is one of the top tourist stops in Paris, there was no autopsy and only a few people ever saw his body.
7. Gene Autry home (Studio City, Calif.). Gene Autry was the original singing cowboy and one of the first major movie stars to embrace television in the early 1950s when he produced and starred in “The Gene Autry Show.”
8. Dinah Shore home. Dinah Shore’s classic commercial song from 1956 to 1963 on the “Dinah Shore Chevy Show” persuaded thousands of Americans to buy the General Motors car. She died in 1994 at her Beverly Hills home.
9. Frank Sinatra home (Los Angeles). Frank Sinatra was one of the most popular singers in the world, a top Las Vegas entertainer, an Academy Award winner and a friend to movie stars, politicians, sports stars and even a few religious leaders. He recorded such hits as “Come Fly With Me,” “Fly Me to the Moon” and “My Way.”
10. John Wayne home (Newport Beach, Calif.). Perhaps the epitome of Hollywood manly men stars, John Wayne was one of the biggest stars in film history. Wayne appeared in over 250 movies.

“Hello, Cleveland!”

Last week, I wrapped up a quick trip to Cleveland to visit some friends. I was staying a hotel a short walk away from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and with the Browns out of town, the Indians out of the postseason and Mr. James famously taking his talents to South Beach, the Rock Hall was on the top of my list of places to visit.

My friend had warned me that it was overpriced — admittedly, $22 is a bit much in more ways than one — so I opted to explore it on my own terms before hopping an afternoon flight home. In the three or so hours that I spent in its Louvre-like structure, I was, for the most part, pleasantly surprised by what I witnessed.

Artifacts are the top draw on the basement level, where you’re encouraged to start before you work your way up to the top. During my visit, entire basement wings were dedicated to Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, the Beatles and the Rolling Stones.

The report card for 12-year-old John Lennon was fascinating; good marks for art and Latin, but the assessment of “singing” was curiously blank. Aretha Franklin’s giant-bowed hat from President Obama’s inauguration was also a sight/site unto itself. And there was something sweet yet oddly disconcerting about reading Jim Morrison’s childhood note to his mother, back when he was a mere Lizard Prince.

Artifacts run the gamut of the aesthetically astounding — John Lennon’s green suit worn for the cover of the “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” album — while others were a bit less impressive. I can’t say I’m terribly surprised someone affiliated with Wings donated his/her Grammy.

Surprisingly engaging were the scribbled lyric sheets, presumably the original scrawls that became some of the biggest rock hits of all time. There’s something satisfying, particularly as a writer, in seeing Billy Joel’s original “We Didn’t Start The Fire” lyric sheet, with its original title (“Jolene”) atop the page, and “Pasternak” replacing a crossed-out “white and black” in the lyrics beneath. On the top floor, in the featured Bruce Springsteen exhibit, the last two words in the title of his original lyric sheet for “Tenth Avenue Freeze Out” have squiggly, shivery lines. And I couldn’t help but admire the minimalist typewriter strikes and pen-marked revisions of several legendary Lennon-McCartney tunes.

I skipped the food court, which sold “Mac the Cheese,” a pun I found far more offensive than the $22 admission price. As my sister noted, “Fleetwood Mac & Cheese” would have been far better or worse, depending on your perspective.

Throughout the building, rock, soul, R&B, pop and rap audibly overlap. The experience may be jarring to older visitors, but I found it appropriate for a medium that constantly influences itself.

The least engaging floor celebrates the “Early Years.” Perhaps it was due to my flight-related time limit, but given my preference for music stemming from the ‘60s and later, it went mostly unexplored. My apologies to the genre’s architects.

Two things I skipped that I would have enjoyed: A looping 15-minute presentation of music videos through the ages — since I lived through MTV’s literal age, I didn’t necessarily need a recap of videos I’d practically memorized — and a U2 concert movie in 3D, but given the time constraints and the fact I’d already seen them live in person, it didn’t make the cut.

Then came the moment of truth: Viewing the names of the inductees. The inductee wall’s reminiscent of Vietnam Memorial in the sense that visitors walk along a path to view white names on a sprawling black background — except, obviously, the Hall of Fame wall is a lot less somber. It’s well done. The names, arranged in alphabetical order, are backlit with accompanying signatures, whenever possible. Pete Seeger’s signature was accompanied by a drawing of a banjo. Metallica’s James Hetfield drew a devilish, interconnecting “JH.” And Stevie Wonder’s block print gives one pause.

The only real gripe I had with the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame was at the end of my visit. The gift shop, which all visitors are led through en route to the exit, is packed full of the expected museum merchandise — that part is forgivable — but also littered with posters and trinkets plastered with images of Justin Bieber, who appears to be an honorary inductee. Understanding that the gift shop is designed to make money, I can’t blame them. Wait, I can and will. Especially since admission was $22.

Despite the occasional wonky artifact and the infestation of Bieber Fever, to which even the Rock Hall is not immune, I’d recommend the Rock Hall to any true music fan. Now excuse me, Mr. Bieber, while I go blast some “Back in Black.”

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Nineteen students from Rebecca Bass' Waltrip, Texas High School Art Vehicle Class took 3 months to finish this astounding project. Automotto is always on the hunt for the most finest and uncommon art cars and the latest entrant to the category is the "The Lizard King Vehicle". This car had the honor of receiving the first prize in the Houston Art Car Parade, which it definitely deserved. Uncountable pieces of mirror shards, paint, plaster, beads, coins and other objects were perfectly glued and embedded, so that its title could be justified. Nineteen students from Rebecca Bass' Waltrip, Texas High School Art Vehicle Class took 3 months to finish this astounding project.

This is the model a 1990 Honda Civic Hatchback, the name, Lizard King, was a special tribute to Jim Morrison and The Doors. No need to get confused about the relation between the two given above, it was just that one of their songs was titled, Celebration of the Lizard.

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