Let's begin by the beginning even if for Mr. Morrison his only friend was always the end. The Doors is one those bands that are made to be remembered through the years. All of their songs are written to visit magic places. Places where everything can be destroyed or re-made just by the sounds of any Doors song. Manzarek, Kriger, Densmore and Morrison were that kind of life miracles, a whole team full of crazy and mad ideas: Create a religion, kill somebody, propitiate orgies. Any kind of stuff that drive people out of their minds.
Morrison was always a poet, maybe he wasn't the best, but the universe he had inside of his mind drove him to live one of the most kinky rock lives. A life full of extravagances, full of love and hate, full of happiness and sadness and overall a life full of music. All of that can be felt in that end song.
Maybe one day we could spend some time drinking mystic heated wine in heaven with you Mr. Morrison. God bless you and your feast of friends
Band albums: The doors, Strange days, Waiting for the sun, The Soft Parade, Morrison Hotel, L.A. Woman. And the album with Jim's poetry An American Prayer
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