The End

The Red God took three in a row:

Jimi Hendrix in September 1970,
Janis Joplin in October 1970, &
Jim Morrison in July 1971



It was a bad year.

It firmly implanted the idea of ill-fated, self-destructive Bohemian artistry in some minds and reinforced it in others.



 
It definitely sounds dated to me now, but I never liked them. It all seemed like shallow water pretending to be an ocean. And his rhymes are god-awful.

I didn't love them...but I'll give them a lot more credit than this. The easiest role is critic.
 
I didn't love them...but I'll give them a lot more credit than this. The easiest role is critic.
I never understand that approach: "If you dislike something I like, you must not be giving it the same consideration as I am."

You like them more than I do. No crime there. Most people do. I usually like the stuff most people hate.

Opinions are scary!
 
I never understand that approach: "If you dislike something I like, you must not be giving it the same consideration as I am."

You like them more than I do. No crime there. Most people do. I usually like the stuff most people hate.

Opinions are scary!

Yeah, I get it. Thanks.
 
I suppose I could call you "uncultured lout," but honestly I think "philistine" fits better.

Heathen!

Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Learn to forget, learn to forget

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves


:rolleyes:

And that was when he was still somewhat coherent!
 
They had their moments. Morrison had a certain timbre to his bellow that I find appealing, at moments like these:

The "yeeeaaaah!" in "yeah, don't you love her"


To me they're permanently associated with a naff, tacky period of American innocence, 50 cent a gallon gas, pre-AIDS and the Boomer nostalgia that goes along with it.
 
We don’t wear any seatbelts. It smells like leather and sounds like an eight track on the way home from Uncle Frankie’s wedding. They had a fight.

And before we crack into that telephone pole: LA Woman.
 
hating the doors fan base i can understand, but i can't hate the band. flawed? sure, but i still like them every once in awhile. but, hey, i like love. what can you do?
 
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