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Four Doors To The Future: Gothic Rock Is Their Thing ne ls Jim Morrison? lon, with black curls cascadlng The audlence did not know whe- said to another. But he over the upturned collar of a lea- ther to applaud or not. The gui i stage, and a drummer ther jacket worn the way all lea- tarist unplugged the electric cord and a gultar ther jackets shoud be: tight, which makes his instrument play ward tough, and somehow. menacing. the organist stepped off left, the Some people have sald that Mor- drummer threw his sticks to the player looked impatiently to Hson is bcautiful, and others have ground in contempt and di charisma by watching him. They sat in darkness punctuated by the steady red lights of am- learned the mcaning of the word and Morrison had disappeared through the velvet curtain without plifiers as tall as a man and the glow of a hundred cigarettes danc And then there "Light My a wave or a smile ing in the evening breeze. The cur- Fre." and Morrison's brass and The Doors do not cater to the tain on the door hung like velvet leather voice strokes the lyrics nameless faces beyond the foot- one inch thick with ll the subtlety in which he lghts. The group is not kind, and| handles the nlerophone· Thethey do not entertain in any ra s0g deserves to be done the ditional sense. They allow other Contempt Greets Appearance with suggestive inton- people to witness the manner of ation and instrumentation striv- their existence and the pain and Ing together to produce the in- pleasure inherent in their imagin- Two hands pierced the slit credible erotic pressure of the ations. of the curtain and drew it baek driving organ-scream climax. sharply as a spouight racked the After all, sex s what hard rock rightly so. The Doors are not The audience was scared, and stage and exposed a man who is all about. But there is terror in pleasant, amusing hippies profer squnted in the brightness. There the sexuality of The End" Mor- ring a grin and a flower; they was applause that he did not care rison's black masterpiece of nar- wield a knife with a cold and ter to hear, and the spotlight caught rative poetry about a physical and rifying edge. The Doors are closelsy the contempt in the faces of the spirtual odyssey which flnishes in akin to the natlonal taste for vio- lence, and the power of their music forces each listener to real other musicians as Jlm Morrison patricide and i----- tentatively fingered the micro Morrison Finishes Strong ize what violence is in himself what violence is in htmself He screamed and reeled, thrott ing the microphone and gazing at Morrison is at his best in this "I think the Doors are a repre- sentative American group," says ea of blank faces. He shouted song, doing his own thing whlle "America is a melting pot and so Ray Manzarek, group organist g out, distorted and violat- the organist bends low and presses a strun cd stream of word-images which hard on the keys and the guitar- twisted the faces into expressions ist walks enconcernedly ln and out of shock and yet fascination fluences spring from a myrlad of sources which we have amalgamated, blending divergent re we. Our ln of the spotlight. The drummer styles nto our own thing. Were Manzarek and Morrison both rush of the organ while the guitar phone and staggered blindly - have degrees from UCLA, and the re were the drums, sweats crashtng against the pulsating Morrison dislodged the micro like the country ts" pirouetted around and through cross the stag the rhythmlc contest with a new sort of terrifying insistence. The poured out of his mouth, male Doors were opening as Morrison's volent, satanic. electricand i words found their way through ftre. He stumbled and fell in front the cicuitous maze of a thousand wires in the impassive, deafening bed to e as the yrics and screams which are “The End" organist In conversation speaks so articulately and precisely that he gives thc impression of being an English professor forced out of ac- into a world of long ng amplifler and s--- ademla and himself. The guitarist hair. reverb and the fuzz bass. nudged him with the neck of his The Doors met New York for He sang, or rather groaned, or guitar, and a mouth in the audi better or for worse at a press con group raced through "Break on stoned." Through" to lead off the set. The But he men and their instruments work knees and stretched out his arms talked to himsef out loud as the ence sald knowingly, "He's ference in the gloomy vaulted wine cellar of the Delmonico hotel, the perfect room to honor the Gothic wasn't. He sat up on his well together in complete interac- in an attitude of worship toward It was a good scene. Very few on, crystallizing the night afr the cold amplifier, the impartial press people, and a lot of the city's a mediator between the virtues and rock hangers-on, hirsute and free into a texture of sound which person can run his hand over COPV RNGmsonWECOR! upon circuits and ohms. absurdity of a music dependent were there, all
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