Doors

Doors How fitting that the band’s name derived from Aldous Huxleys’ treatise ‘The Doors of Perception’ that purely aesthetic philosophical story of life through the window and door I suppose of psychedelia and drugs In a marriage of heaven and hell ‘Baby light my Fire’ perilously casts a shadow of what became when he hatched through the final portal unhinged wasted high as an angel the one and only Jimmy Morrison ‘This is the End’ the final curtain which Jimmy painted in words when brilliance and despair talent and all those voices in his head were laid to a final resting place and conclusion of a life pruned and cut so short The end underlined the movie ‘Apocalypse Now’ in its brutal reality in a world that does not need reality shows to distract from evil in which Vietnam and the Holocaust are forgotten and history repeated Jimmy’s father had been an Admiral in the forces and my father a General had thought that years on the Russian front could be expunged by joining NATO’s Cold War delusions fighting for Peace with ready guns My own rebellion has been quite mild rather mellow but I wonder how close I have sailed to the wind resisted the calls of Baader and Meinhof have not bowed to the needle avoided full blown opposition No comparison in talent for sure and I believe that Jimmy suffered psychosis and I got away with depression but nevertheless in truth it is the world that suffers from schizophrenia seems to dabble with Mescaline induced decomposed compositions when true colours are black ‘This is the End’ and ‘Light my Fire’ misunderstood when genocide beckons