Wow that's pretty cheap!
Yes. Yes he is.
They're still continuing to talk about it, but a lot less. As long as they have this woman, who works for Cliff, on the board, she will continue to use the opportunity to promote him over there, with support from those who still believe in this twaddle because to suddenly switch positions would be akin to admitting that a) they were wrong, and b ) Alan Graham is right, let alone Mr. Botox.
With DNA tests being so inexpensive and all, you'd think they would have done it right away. I have a really eyebrow-raising time with the scenario that this guy appears out of nowhere and sashays on down to Coronado, hooking up with the senior Morrisons who apparently buy his story, hook, line and sinker, based on AG's say-so, if that. Then, after offering to put him through college and/or offering him a monthly stipend to stay out of the music business, Cliff is suddenly revealed as a complete and utter fake, both parties, from what I remember, refuse to get involved in DNA testing, and AG throws the whole thing out of the window, loudly declaring Cliff is an impostor. Rhetorically speaking, why did ANYONE believe this guy without demanding a DNA test? Is everyone that gullible? And now, after a couple of years of relative peace and quiet on the Doors board regarding this person, the whole thing blows up like the straw house of the 3 little pigs when the wolf set fire to it?
Let's just say, for the sake of argument, that Cliff had no musical talent whatsoever. Couldn't sing worth diddley and wasn't even interested in a career in show business. Would he still be prancing around, claiming to be the son of Jim Morrison?
Jim didn't have any relatives that were musically inclined - his father played the piano, but certainly never sought a career in the spotlight - so why would it follow that Cliff somehow inherited musical talent that didn't run in the family anyway.
Jim was primarily a writer, not a performer, and could hardly wait to run screaming from the whole thing in 1971 and was trying to squirm out of it in 1968. In Cliff's case, imitating Jim's vocal style (and that's not terribly hard to do) and repeating a story your mother told you proves absolutely nothing.
DNA. Put up or shut up. And if the Morrison family refused to cooperate, then that speaks for itself.