The Greatest and Trippiest of the Doors, According to Robby Krieger
- by Devon Ivie
“Do it, Robby, do it!”
If I could pinpoint my favorite moment in any Doors song, it would probably be this one: Jim Morrison, a famously spontaneous (among … other adjectives) bard of a frontman, getting so excited to hear Robby Krieger’s guitar solo in “Roadhouse Blues” that he shouts an intro prior to the first chord.
Krieger, as always, shreds the hell out of his solo, while Ray Manzarek puts a spell over the keyboards and John Densmore whacks his drums into jazzy submission. The quartet’s ensuing sounds are chaotic, psychedelic, kind of mythical, very divisive — basically the Doors’ ethos, and also a hard slap in the face to the folk music coming a few miles north out of Los Angeles. But that might just be the acid talking.
We’re not here to argue if the Doors are the best worst band or the worst best band, a particularly pervasive mentality that has accelerated over the past few years as the band ebbed and flowed through critical reevaluation.
