The Doors 1968 Live at Hollywood Bowl 07 Horse Latitudes
The "craziest" and shortest non-song has a very long story that traces back to the teenage Jim, an insatiable reader, from the anarchic satire of Mad, through Nietzsche's theories (from the Übermensch to The Birth of Tragedy), passing by Balzac, Molière, Cocteau, and the beats Ferlinghetti, Corso, Ginsberg, and his later friend McClure, not to mention Kafka (the professors were even astonished by books he talked about that some of them checked if they really existed)... the delirious spectacle of the horses from Spanish galleons that ran aground in the shoals near the equator. The horses were thrown into the sea to lighten the load... the sequence of their slow, yet relentless death, despite their will to survive, was a horrific scene...

Kim Fowley summarizes it well (Kim Fowley, not Pupo): “I saw the Doors and listened to Jim in Horse Latitude during one of their early concerts at Hullabaloo and I immediately declared that Jim Morrison was the greatest white frontman in Rock.”

Can we trust Fowley @[imasoulman]?!