3. Keith Moon
Another Keith, and no less wild than the previous! Moon is held in high regard in the music industry, with many an artist holding a candle to him, still in awe of his frenetic, child-like style that was inimitable in every way. The former drummer of The Who has been dead since 1978, overdosing on sedatives aged 32, but his name lives on and the tales keep on coming. Moon will forever be remembered as the madman who drove a Cadillac into a swimming pool at the Flint Holiday Inn in 1967, an incident of tremendous infamy and hilarity, one that will probably never be topped for its sheer impudence. It was just one event in Moons life that made print in various books and newspapers, for he possessed an imagination that can be likened to the most arbitrary of Monty Python sketches. In his short but eventful time on earth, Moon blew up hotel toilets, set fire to buildings, threw television sets out of windows, and once crashed a milk float he had purchased on his own property. On top of that, he was a very dear friend of thespian hell-raiser, Oliver Reed a deadly combination!
2. Jim Morrison
Just listening to Jim Morrison and his group, The Doors, was enough to tilt the mind towards a drug-induced haze, with the band having made an unforgettable contribution to 60s psychedelia. Morrison saw himself as a poet. His ardent fans viewed him as a demigod. Anyone with a shred of sense saw him for what he was: a bonafide rock star. With his hair like Alexander the Great and a wiry physique, coalescing with a resonant, faraway voice, Morrison had his pick of female admirers from the very first time The Doors took the stage in the mid-sixties. As well women, the singer had an unquenchable thirst for alcohol, cocaine, and LSD, though it was the drink that plagued him the most until his fateful period in the city of Paris. Morrison was alleged to have partaken in Greek-style orgies and satanic rituals, with the truth never getting in the way of many an anecdote. He was known to be an untamed spirit who seemed to be in the pursuit of death, something of which many of his lyrics traced upon. Women loved him and he loved them right back, though incredibly he retained a relationship with his first love, Pamela Courson, right up until his death of a suspected heroin overdose. There was an engrossing mystery about the man, with his charisma and dark charm focal to his stage act and celebrity, which was lost in the later years after two many swigs of Wild Turkey. The first biography about Morrison,
No One Here Gets Out Alive (1980), written by journalist Jerry Hopkins, is well worth a read, and reveals some brutal truths about The Lizard King.