Hear Me Out
When talking about music, we tend to put things into neat little categories called “genres.” And every so often a really exceptional artist comes around who doesn’t fit in the box we’ve prepared for him or her. But this isn’t the case with this month’s music group: The Doors. They define a very specific type of rock star with a very specific sound during a very specific time period. And that’s great and all, but who’s to say I can’t listen to and like their music? I’m not a suburban white male coming of age during the late 60s. I don’t get shitfaced at tailgating parties. I don’t drive a Ford F-150 pickup. I’ve never tried LSD, amphetamines, cocaine, shrooms, peyote…
And who’s to say Kanye West won’t sample one of the greatest rock songs ever made (Five To One) to create one of the greatest diss records ever made (Take Over)? Exactly… no one. I think we all get the point: nothing is safe from Mr. West… Nothing.
Now, as a member of the African-American community, it’s technically wrong for me to like a group such as The Doors… it’s like I’m a walking oxymoron… like how, according to physics, bumble bees aren’t supposed to fly with such tiny little wings and robust bodies; it just doesn’t make sense. Well… I practically failed all of my Physics classes in High School, so I really don’t care about the limitations of science in general… but that’s another story for another blog. Anyway, back to my black angst… groups like The Doors have taken from my people; they stole our sound and turned it into off-beat pop music… in some cases… in most cases actually. The Blues’ influence is very clear in songs such as Roadhouse Blues. This isn’t my fave song by The Doors, but hey, good music is good music no matter where the influence stems. As always, this type of thinking somehow makes me a credit to my race, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
I’ll admit, other than that weird Oliver Stone movie starring Val Kilmer and Meg Ryan (what?!!), I had no idea who The Doors were. (Sidenote: Meg Ryan does as good a job as a rock star groupie as Jennifer Aniston did in Rock Star with Mark Wahlberg… I’m not a fan.) Among rummaging through my mother’s old CD’s, I found The Best of The Doors album. [This method of searching through my mother’s accumulated crap is how I discovered a lot of great artists that I now obsess over: Nina Simone, Miles Davis, Duke Ellington, and Barrington Levy among many others. I mean, I knew who these people were and why they were generally important… but you don’t know an artist until you know their music.] And I didn’t like The Doors the first time I listened to both of the CD’s on that album… but then I heard Five to One, and… I… flipped… the… fuck… out… seriously; because you know I know every word of Jay-Z’s Take Over. I must’ve played that song alone for two days straight, and then I listened to the entire album for over two months straight. I… was… obsessed. I still am.
So, hear me out; sometimes it takes one song to really hit the spot and open up your Jim Morrison chakra. This story is basically just an aphorism for why you will grow to love my blog if you don’t love it already. I obsess about everything I love in music, fashion, and movies. I’m a freak like that. And I don’t care what’s going on in the “real” world; what you watch on MTV o BET or even what you listen to on your favorite radio station. I listen to everything. Although, most Country Music gives me a headache, which has been the case since I was very young, but if you give me a Country Music CD and say, “You know, this is something you need to listen to… this shit right here… this shit right here… this shit right here…” I’d give it a chance, so give me a chance. You may find that one song that really, really, like really gets into your skin and lo and behold, you’ve found your new favorite musician, or fashion designer, or movie director.