The following essay about songs by The Doors was written by Bob Lefsetz, and is reprinted with his permission.
Because of the length of some of the individual song stories, this essay will be broken into sections.
Here is the sixteenth song he wrote about ........
THE DOORS TOP 16
16. L. A. Woman
Do you have the original vinyl copy of this album? The one
with the see-through yellow plastic?
When this was released fans thought it was a joke. Morrison
was dead.
The band was past its prime.
But reviews were ECSTATIC!
It made no sense. Paul Rothchild refused to work with the
act. One saw
him as an integral ELEMENT! Hell, think of AC/DC and Def Leppard
without
Mutt Lange. A far cry from their heyday. They put out albums, and
you HOPE
they're good, but you find one or two tracks you KIND of like instead
of being
pummeled like you were with "Back In Black" or "Hysteria" or
"Pyromania".
Still, the sound on "L.A. Woman" WAS different. It wasn't as
dark.
Or maybe it was SEVENTIES dark instead of SIXTIES dark.
In the sixties we were still figuring it out. We were
OUTLAWS!
But in the seventies, the baby boomers OWNED the culture.
This album didn't sound like you heard it via a long distance
wire, it
wasn't happening far away, it was RIGHT THERE, right with you in your
city or
town.
And maybe this is why it was played so much.
You got the aforementioned "Riders On The Storm", the hit.
And this.
"L.A. Woman" wasn't an AM single. But it was UBIQUITOUS on
FM. It fit
the formula. For FM had excised the sixties darkness too. "L.A.
Woman" was
the bridge between the old and the new. Between the credible and
corporate
rock.
There was no excess, only meat. But, being progenitors, "L.A.
Woman"
sounded obvious, but not HACKNEYED!
A fantastic intro. A more commercial "Living In The U.S.A."
Ray Manzarek's keyboard launched a thousand Harleys. And
Robbie
Krieger's echoing lead put a smile on the faces of the ladies riding on
the back of
these bikes, gripping their old men.
And Jim???
Jim was OVER THE TOP! Almost a CARICATURE of himself.
By this time, Jim had a reputation for being hit and miss.
Here he's
walking a fine line. Between parody and pure white line fever belief.
But as the eight minute track powers on, you start to BELIEVE
HIM! While
Ray pounds the piano in the break. When the whole NUMBER breaks
down. You realize. This isn't the over the hill gang, this is PROS,
ICONS, showing
that what they throw off is STILL better than what all the IMPOSTORS are
doing.
As the years passed, "L.A. Woman" dropped off the playlists.
Everywhere
but in L.A.
You see "L.A. Woman" is the City of Angels' ANTHEM!
This is NOT "Born To Run". New Jersey's anthem about LEAVING
the state.
No, "L.A. Woman" is a celebration of all the unique, bizarre
qualities that
draw people to Los Angeles, and KEEP them here!
And that intro... Make no mistake. This is the blueprint for
"Welcome
To The Jungle".
"Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows"
Everybody comes looking for something.
Some, like W. Axl Rose, find it.
And then somehow lose it. And find themselves STUCK HERE!
With the cops in cars, the topless bars, the hills afire.
Most New York acts are POSERS!
Lou Reed is just a suburbanite. He didn't grow up in the
underbelly.
His roots are on LONG ISLAND! That leather jacket? It's about as
honest as FONZIE'S!
And Joey Ramone too.
They all wore leather. But they weren't dangerous. And they
weren't sex symbols.
Jim Morrison was the REAL David Bowie. The one challenging
the audience,
the one wowing them, urging them to follow him like the Pied
Piper.
But
Morrison wasn't manipulative. He didn't do it only for the fame.
You see Americans can't get away with that. Access is too
easy. It's
hard to create artifice.
Jim topped out. Drank too much. Got fat. And died.
There isn't much work left behind. But it all survives. It
all gets airplay.
Whereas when was the last time you heard ANY George
Harrison
track??
Sure, you hear the Beatles.
But the Doors get almost as much airplay.
They're American icons. In a way Bruce Springsteen can only
DREAM OF!
Bruce has got great stories, a plethora of great backing
musicians, but
it's all done to EXCESS!
Whereas the Doors were to the point.
They nailed
it. Perfectly. Not every time, but compared with others their
batting
average was phenomenal.
Still, you give them no respect.
But the people respect them. The people are keeping the Doors
alive.
Because there's not one SPRINGSTEEN song that gives you the
rush of "L.A. Woman".
Oh, there are ones that have more lyrics, that are politically correct.
But then you've got Jim Morrison, who with one INFLECTION can
say more
than Bruce Springsteen does in five verses.
Not that I don't love "Candy's Room". Or "Racing In The
Street". But they won't be listening to Bruce fifty years from now.
But when you go to the hockey game in 2054 those fucking Doors
albums
will still be spinning.
It might be a computer file. It might be beamed to a headset everybody in the arena wears.
But it'll still be that
sparse
meaningful sound. The sound of thinking people trying to lay down the
human
condition in that land of hopes and dreams, Los Angeles, California.
Copyright Bob Lefsetz 2004
e-mail address: lefsetz@aol.com
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