Ray: I got there with plenty of pictures of the latest Jim Morrison I had and started showing it for the natives to see if they knew Jim.

Ladd: Any affirmative replies?

Ray: Nothing even close to that. So, we have to acept that, Jim is dead. So, depressed, I flew back to Tanger, this strange town where Burroughs and the beatniks once refuged in the fifties. I was at a bar looking to Jim´s pics and an egyptian, started screaming behind me.

Ladd: What was that?

Ray: He was pointing to the picture and with the other hand pointing to some beduin, someone wrapped in white sheets.

Ladd: Egyptian typical clothes...

Ray: Right. And I thought 'Wait, is it he? Is he here?' 'Would we finally met?' I ran like a madman.

I went in front of him and I saw part of his face, you know, under that blazing sun, piramids around us... Wow, man! when I finally got in front of him, he took off the sheet and it was Ian Astbury!

Ladd: Wow. Hahaha...

Ray: I said hey man, I thought you were Jim Morrison!

Ray: He said 'Really?' I said 'Yeah, and I want to get our band together again! You will be in Jim´s place...Perfect!'.

Ladd: So he agreed right on...

Ray: Oh no...we continued talking, he said 'But your band were together like 40 years ago...' I interrupted 'Oh don´t make me look old, lets start rocking!'.

Ray: In a minute he was convinced and we did a little gig right there in Tanger.

Ladd: Woa, made a sucess?

Ray: No, everybody went out. But we were already drunk, we didn´t care. I phoned Robby and John right away. I said 'We have a band man!' and Robby said 'Hey, we had a band'. Them talking to John he said 'Listen Ray, do you know what time is it in America? Don´t call me ever again!'.

Ladd: Wow, man! Quite a story Ray, I want to thank you for sharing it with us. And you stay tunned in the same time in the same frequency, I´m Jim Laaadd.