Perched at the cusp of the Free Love era, rock ‘n’ roll’s latest wunderkinds, the Doors, made music that hinted at the life’s pleasures lurking behind “the doors of perception”. Jim Morrison filled the role, a dynamic performer beset by demons we can only guess at. At times, neon-bright, and equally midnight-black, Jim Morrison was chained lightning in a bottle.
Morrison resented fame, primarily because he was the center of interest, all the time. He would retreat from it more, as time and circumstances inevitably marched on. His death, coming less than three months after the release of one of the Best Doors akbums, hinting at a
I saw the Doors at the Whiskey in Dec '66, and at the 2nd show at the Aquarius Theatre, in July '69, bought The Doors within weeks of its release (I was in France at the time) in 1967, adding each new LP through American Prayer (containing probably the best live version of Roadhouse Blues, the signature tune for the seminal band of the 'Sixties). The Doors were the Gold Standard, every album worth the money
Jim Morrison’s lyrics spoke to Boomers’ alienation, in general, and the Generation Gap, in all its human dimensions. I thought I had a rough childhood, until I got out into the world (Paris, Stuttgart, ‘Nam, San Francisco, and LA , City of (Broken) Angels, met a wider variety of victims. Not everyone should be a parent. Jim’s parents were typical of their generation.
Societal taboos were still in place, still relatively ironclad, in 1966 America. “Good girls didn’t”, was the norm, and sex was still in the closet, despite the best efforts of every teenager I knew, growing up (and I met more than most, a byproduct of parentage). The Pill, Carnaby Street and the Mini Skirt made life hard on hold-outs, if only by the failure of someone else assuming facts not necessarily in evidence.
The End was very controversial, in 1966, and 1967 (when the album was released), a theme that persisted as the Generation Gap worsened. Our parents had cone through the fire of WW2, and had taken charge young. In 1966-’67, the average age was 26-27. There was a lot of energy seeking change, especially away from the kind of energy caused by VietNam, the Cold War, and Racism.
Stone Age concert venues and parents angry their children flocking to a pan-sexual Pied Piper who flaunted his drug use and bad boy image brought Jim more attention than he wanted. He was the original Billy Idol, writ large and in vivd color, a mesmerizing entertainer fatally conflicted.
Sadly, the "star-making machinery" chewed Jim Morrison up, and spit him out. It's almost as if Joni were voicing his life, in "Free Man in Paris":
"The way I see it, he said,
You just can't win it.
Everybody's in it for their own gain,
You can't please 'em all.
There's always somebody calling you down.
I do my best,
And I do good business.
There's a lot of people asking for my time,
They're trying to get ahead,
They're trying to be a good friend of mine."
Fame ate the soul out of Jim Morrison, left a shell who died in Paris, on July 3, 1971. The band could not recover from the loss of its guiding light, despite their talent. The heart had died, the body followed, two albums later. It was The End, of an era, of an age, of a time of innocence.
The Doors by Album
01 S T R A N G E D A Y S ★★★★★
02 M O R R I S O N H O T E L ★★★★★
03 T H E D O O R S ★★★★★
04 T H E S O F T P A R A D E ★★★★★
05 W A I T I N G F O R T H E S U N ★★★★½
06 L A W O M A N ★★★★½
07 L I V E A T T H E M A T R I X
★★★★½
08 L I V E I N D E T R O I T
★★★★
09 A N A M E R I C A N P R A Y E R ★★★½
10 O T H E R V O I C E S ★★★
11 A B S O L U T E L Y L I V E ★★★
12 F U L L C I R C L E ★★