Saturday, December 08, 2018

The Lizard of Id: Jim Morrison 75

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss
another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again
we'll meet again
Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry
I'd rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls
a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back
I'll drop a line
The Doors
The Complete Stockholm '68 Tapes (Remastered + Pitch Corrected)
Konserthuset
Stockholm, Sweden
9.20.1968

CD1
(Early Show) 
01 Five to One
02 Love Street
03 Love Me Two Times
04 When the Music's Over
05 A Little Game
06 The Hill Dwellers
07 Light My Fire
08 The Unknown Soldier

CD2
(Late Show)
01 Five to One
02 Alabama Song (Whisky Bar)
03 Back Door Man
04 You're Lost Little Girl
05 Love Me Two Times
06 When the Music's Over
07 Wild Child
08 Money
09 Celebration of the Lizard
10 Light My Fire
11 The End

Total time: 1:56:09

Jim Morrison - vocals & percussion
Ray Manzarek - keyboards & vocals
Robby Krieger - guitar
John Densmore - drums & percussion

pre-FM reels from Swedish radio, remastered and optimized by "the face"
778 MB FLAC here
When I was a year old, my dad sat me at the turntable and handed me several records. The first one I ever played -- I guess it was then current -- was The Doors.
When I reached adolescence, I grew to hate them, their organist that played the same damn solo on the same damn 9th chord in every song... and especially their pseudopoetic, post-adolescent casualty of a singer.
When I grew up -- whether or not I have is still up for debate, really -- I grew to appreciate both of them... especially Mr. Mojo here, who, had he not made up his mind that "death and my cock are everything," might have been 75 years old today.
The fact -- maybe it took 50 years to show as writing on the wall -- is that James Douglas Morrison is arguably Rock's first and most iconic frontman, and a template-setter for every single one, male or female, that has swaggered a stage since.
And you know what else? His words -- I used to just laugh at them -- have more than stood the test of time. He's still representative of a lot of the worst aspects of his utterly pretentious and nihilistic generation to me, but his Art is only getting more relevant.
Maybe I'm like his dad -- the Admiral of The Fleet that spent the Sixties off the coast of Viet Nam, bombing them back into the Stone Age for President Lockheed Martin -- and it just took me decades to get it.
I hope Ol' Leatherpants, wherever he is, knows how revered and imitated he is, born this day in 1943 as he was and decades dead as he is. 
And I hope you commemorate the occasion with this Swedish concert, probably the Doors piece that most begs for an official release, sourced as it is from the pre-broadcast reels and despite Jim's propensity to blow out the mic with every syllable.
I'll return on Tuesday and Wednesday with back-to-back posts of Total Jazz Snobbery, but today is the day to revel in Indian Summer one last time and celebrate the platinum birthday of Jim Morrison, a lyricist, singer and stage presence whom new aspirants will copy for centuries to come.--J.
12.8.1943 - 7.3.1971