Ray Manzarek, dead. I go around and around with The Doors. Sometimes I think they were pretty cool, other times I think they were the worst sort of pretentious hippie band. "The scream of the butterfly..." Seriously? That's the kind of lyric that Mel Brooks would write for Dick Shawn, and The Doors pretty much dropped a line like that into every song. So then I think, well, they could play-- maybe the problem was Jim Morrison. Obviously that's not true though-- lots of people took flyers on the Direct-to-the-Cutout-Bin post Morrison album "Other Voices" only to discover that they'd just been burned out of a buck ninety-nine.
You have to take The Doors on their own terms, horrible poetry and all. Manzarek always seemed to me
to be musicianly, and his work as a producer-- particularly on
X's Los Angeles (an amazingly great record) demonstrated that he was the real deal.
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