I'm often torn about the Doors. Sometimes, I really enjoy their music. I think Ray Manzarek is a really talented piano/keyboard and John Densmore and Robby Krieger (drummer and guitarist) weren't half bad either (all three were previously jazz musicians). When he wasn't wasted, Jim Morrison was a decent singer. I guess I'm torn because I don't find their lyrics all as brilliant as I did when I was 18...a lot of them don't make any sense. I love The End but I hate the talking interlude in the middle. And for the love of god, if you ever see any recordings of Morrison, sometimes he's so wasted and it's pretty sad. I had the sheer luck of finding a record in a dollar bin in Canada of Jimi Hendrix, guest starring Jim Morrison at a live jam gig in the late 60's. In a way it's an interesting piece of history, but it's also totally unlistenable. Both were so incredibly wasted that I'm amazed either managed to hold a guitar/microphone. Words are slurred beyond comprehension, notes became random. It's actually really sad, because both did have talent but their respective addictions really often got in the way of them actually utilizing that talent and eventually ended their lives.
Anyway, the reason I made this post is because I really, really love this song. I kind of feel that it's a hint of a band the Doors could have been all the time, if they weren't trying cater to 60's pop (I just don't think they were a pop band) and Morrison's alcoholism. I've tried to cover it, and failed. Badly. It's an amazingly hard song to sing.
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