Thursday, July 7, 2011
Thee Morrisons/Let's Hear It for the Singer/G-L-O-R-I-A!/L'America
Done with comparative law study for the moment and back to more important things. In 2011, are there still any rockist types who dislike the Doors? Are the Doors (and the Velvets) not the wellspring for most of all that is good in music since their inception, i.e., erase the Doors and we have no Stooges. Plaintiff rests its case and asks for a directed verdict NOW! I still meet people who are taken aback by my avowed fandom. Do you not like the band because you think Jim was pretentious as a poet, or is it because your girlfriend thought he was a (dead) stone fox? You probably also don't like poets Dylan, Hell, Kristofferson, Buckley, Smith, Cohen, Desjardins ad infinitum. Is it an LA thing, where you are bred in your DNA to listen to the Doors loudly when you drive around? No, maybe that is just my own boorish, bogan behaviour. It can't be an LA thing anyway. The Australians are a people who deeply understood the Doors and the Stooges down to their bones - witness their torchbearing in the dark ages of rock music churning out band after band inspired by the Doors and Detroit madness when the world turned to pretty boy synths. Do yourself a favour, and track down one of my favorite rock reads of the 1980's, Danny Sugerman's "Wonderland Avenue: Tales of Glamour and Excess." Not only do you get a great LA tale but to me one of thee Bildungsroman tales of the late 60's and 1970's coupled with true tales of the Doors, Iggy and the Stooges, Rodney's English Disco and a cameo by Brian Wilson. I told Sugarman that myself in the pre-Fawn Hall era at a book signing. This is really something which is great that you need to check out pronto, especially the first two sets in the volume. A true labour of love and any fan that has not heard the 1965 World Pacific demos or 1966 Sunset Sound demos is in for a big treat and to have them rounded up like this is a tremendous public service for researchers. Is "Go Insane" a proto-Stooges track for all of Jim's Iggy/Greg Prevost-styled caterwauling at the end, the child-like piano plonking not unlike something off the first Stooges lp? Or is a sub-Pebbles track that without the pedigree we couldn't care less about? Readers? Hear below and see Sugerman on Jim twice.