DOORS TO ASSIST IN SAVING MORRISON HOTEL

Posted on Jan 4, 2005  The Morrison Hotel, a venerable downtown Los Angeles flophouse, has reached a crisis, with tenants suing the slumlord owner for numerous violations, which have rendered the building no longer habitable. Ray Manzarek and Robbie Krieger of the Doors are coming to the rescue. Krieger, Manzarek and his son Pablo, will remix a song from the Door's 1969 album "Morrison Hotel" and sell the track online - with proceeds going to a legal fund for the tenants. If you hadn't guessed, the album was named after the residence in dispute.

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What do all of those many doors-books want to say? Or the Internet, what does so many people still make spending their precious time on spreading their thoughts about this band? A time long gone - Mr. Morrison dead. Isn't everything's been said? It's a myth? People are strange. No one remembers your name - when you're strange? Obviously untrue. How does it come? The sex, drugs an doors'n roll-thing? The time - the sixties? Counterculture? Yes. The lyrics? The music? Yes. Let's swim to the moon - Let's climb to the tide. Yes. It's your time to try.

At first pleasure eden we waste down to the sea - standing there on freedom shore -
waiting for the sun - waiting for the sun - waiting for the sun
and you feel it - known that spring has come and its time to live in the scattered sun.

Almost end of the year twothousandandthree. Lazy Sunday afternoon - waiting - waiting - waiting - soaking in may bathtub listening to the doors. What makes me think about Jim and those guys - happened before I assumed to scream on this earth? Well its fascination. But the desperation came first. Being grown up in the eighties meant being lost to artificial pop-music - except you were into metal - clothing I better don't try remember an nothing to stand up for - no flower-power whatever that exactly meant-stuff - no punk anti-powerism (punk rock was dead when the first kids said punks nit dead*) no new wave music - no neue deutsche welle - all gone 'das ist gemein - so hundsgemein' to name it by Ideal. All gone - born too late - in midst of nothing to identify with - except you started to looking/listening backwards and there you couldn't avoid to get (hold) of the doors. I was waiting for the sun thus I was almost urged to listening to them. Caught sight of the first pics of Jim Morrison thinking what a waste - he died when I was 3 months old - the doors ceased being a band before. But they were still alive - blurring out of my stereo, these hypnotic beats - this sexy underlaid voice, poetically carrying me away to the ever unknown land 'carry me caravan take me away'. The counterpart of the 80s I stuck in. That was true - authentic, no matter if still existing as a group or not. The kind of mini-revolution every kid's looking for - ready toat least see the revolutionary to my parents - that was their time, but the doors were still to vague - to many words of 'desrepair'*, too dark, no hippie-shake - "I know the word that you long to hear - I know your deepest secret fear - I know everything - everything you do". It sung you up to believe Mr. Morrison an this awesome reduced guitar "I'm a spy in the house of love", you could take that for true.

Is that the 'doors'? At least for me in my teens

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atomica,atomica@morrisonhotel.net
 last update: 2004-09-23

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