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Come On Baby Light My Cake - Sioux the Librarian, a correspondent on an email list I frequent, notes that yesterday would have been Jim Morrison's 60th birthday.

Let me just take this opportunity to say this: it's a sign of profound hope that the current generation of teenagers does not seem to have had one of the bouts of Morrison-worship that have plagued pop-music every decade or so since Morrison's fire got lit for the final time 32 years ago. The eighties, of course, were clogged with Doors references, from the sublime (John Densmore's self-deprecating appearance on "Square Pegs", Michael Hutchence) to the ridiculous (the "He's Hot, He's Sexy, He's Dead" issue of Rolling Stone, Run Westy Run). The nineties? Two words for you - Pearl Jam.

So far, no signs of any recrudescence of the Doors Cult in this decade.

Maybe the terrorists are losing...