If heaven is a place on earth, the stairway won't need to be quite so long. But if it's the place you take me too, is it twice as good as paradise? Would you know my name if I saw you there? And if you are Bryan Adams, Heaven can wait....

According to Donald Fagen: "It's about deadspace, it's a marketplace and a party house too."

Which brings to mind some dreadful metropolitan art gallery housed in a reconditioned textile warehouse, where knowingly unfathomable installations occupy acres of bare white space, bidding takes place quietly on touchscreen Apple computers and a jaded crowd of hyper-literate professionals dial their partying volume down to a background smooze, as they network over glasses of Pinot Gris and mention offhand that they have visited the vineyard and holidayed in Tuscany with the grower. The kind of awful place where, in a desperate bid to escape, you could instead find yourself cornered by members of Sonic Youth and roped-into a discussion on the nuances of 21st century mime, led by a vague acquaintance of Andy Warhol.

On Fagen's last visit, a new piece by Charlie Tokyo - apparently "a kind of pyramid with a human heart beating in an ion grid," - was eliciting lukewarm responses from the critics.

Drinks are free and you can suntan, all in all, a lovely day out.

went to Xanadu too! I think there's a cocktail called Honey Dew there.

The sunny sky is aqua blue, you know.

Very nice to stay a week or two.

Thinking about going back there passes the time at work.

Also when you are six you can get your kicks down at the Devil Gate Drive but Suzi Quatro might lead you on the road to sin.

In The Celebration of the Lizard, Doors vocalist Jim Morrison mentions that he spent a total of seven years in residency at The Loose Palace of Exile, "playing strange games with the girls of the island."

This claim seems at odds with Morrison's itinerant lifestyle. I can find no corroboratory evidence for it in any of the quality Doors biographies currently in print. I don't want to call the writer of Horse Latitudes a liar; maybe this is a case of an artist embellishing their autobiography for the purposes of a song. It's possible that The Loose Palace of Exile was a bolthole that Morrison retreated to in-between tours, staying there on an intermittent basis over a seven year period. The name does seem to imply a residency for rock stars who had been banned from the other major hotel chains.

I imagine that the strange games referred to by Morrison were in fact conventional board games such as chess or monopoly, played with different rules to satisfy the rebellious whims of the Palace's clientele. By way of example, ‘Garcia Scrabble' in which the plastic counters are replaced with alphabetically-stamped tabs of acid that you take in an attempt to ‘become' the word you are spelling.