Here's another 60's/70's rock group that The Gadfly weaned himself on as a young music discovering lad.
Admittedly 'The Doors' are an acquired taste, but when you fully understand the story of lead singer Jim Morrison's struggle with wanting to be an quiet, retiring poet vs. a famous rock star, so much of Morrison's moody performances make much more sense, and the music takes on a personal touch that brings you in to Morrison's jaded, oft-times hedonistic, and almost always disappointed artist mindset.
It fueled some pretty cool material in 'The Doors' short career. My favorite tune has to be "L.A. Woman." Based on my own experience of migrating from the Midwest as a young man and cultural greenhorn, landing on the streets of Hollywood, California with just a few hundred bucks in my pocket and an attitude full of fearless piss and vinegar and my whole life ahead of me, I honestly cannot begin to explain how the lyrics of that song relate to those experiences of mine during that extremely interesting and at times harrowing time of my life.
These lyrics bring back so many memories:
🎶 I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone
Motel money murder madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness... 🎶
Anyway, go ahead, kick back with some good headphones, close your eyes, and listen to Mr. Mojo Risin' do his thing:
--- TFG
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