They finally completed the album The Soft Parade after ten long months, releasing the album in July 1969 to a hailstorm of negative critical reviews. ġ969 was a no-good very bad year for The Doors. it may take you a half-hour to read the review (max), but it’s going to take me a few days to actually write it and I don’t want to give the impression that I’m going to blow through Morrison Hotel in thirty minutes as if it wasn’t worth my time because it really is, so. I hope my flaky introduction hasn’t scared you off but I promise to hunker down and concentrate exclusively on The Doors’ fifth studio album for the next half-hour. Having already taxed my little blonde brain to the max somewhere between naughty and nice, I flipped a coin and here we are. Then I had to decide between Morrison Hotel and L.A. Let me change that to “Fuck yeah!” to eliminate the ambiguity. None of the albums on my carefully designed and absolutely fucking worthless plan fit the bill, so I had to consult my master list, and when I scrolled down to the D’s, I hit paydirt. I wanted nasty but I also wanted nice, but not nice so much as pleasurable but not orgasmic-level pleasurable but then again, that would be nice, too. We’re staying at the Morrison Hotel this week because I’m in a Goldilocks phase and this little out-of-the-way place looked like my best bet for resolving my neurotic dilemma.Īfter two lengthy reviews of progressive rock opuses (or is it opusi?), I wanted something less complicated but not too uncomplicated, something that twiddled my diddle but also engaged my brain and something definitely rock-oriented but not exclusively so.
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