It’s probably not a good sign that the poster for Oliver Stone’s Savages makes a perfect column subject for Easter Sunday.
Jim Morrison fancied himself a blues singer.
New York may have adopted the Doors as their own, but the band belonged to the dusty desert roads and highways of the West.
Apparently we’ve been listening to the wrong album for decades.
Strange Days exists as a document of a sometimes beautiful, sometimes scary, and often twisted era of fear and idealism.
Waiting for the Sun features some of the Doors’s most combative, political work.
The Soft Parade wasn’t the end of the Doors, but it was certainly the beginning of it.
As long as drugs, sex, rock ‘n’ roll, and war continue to drive the human race, though, there will always be a place for the Doors.
Veteran. Agitator. Provocateur. Bully. Conspiracy nut. Patriot.