The Doors
Light my fire

THE REVIEW

The Doors, with just a few albums over a few years, invented an unrepeatable acid blues-rock.

A few songs were enough to elevate JIM MORRISON as the greatest singer and poet in the history of music.

His warm, shamanic, shocking, lugubrious, and sensitive voice enters the heart and never leaves.

Come on baby light my fire...

All accompanied by numerous innovations: the absence of bass, the multiple use of Ray Manzarek's organ, the guitarist who had nothing to envy from Clapton, Page, and Blackmore, the long-haired drummer who supported the masterful rhythms of their songs.

In 1967, the self-titled album was hailed as the most dazzling debut in the history of rock. It still is today. The respectable Los Angeles had to endure this misunderstood genius, this scandalous exhibitor, this vulgar rock star.

If that's the case, I wanted to be there too in that respectable Los Angeles.

The piece in question, "Come on girl light my fire," starts with a Latin organ from Manzarek, reminiscent of Californian beaches.

After a while, Jim's voice kicks in: "You know that it would be untrue, you know that I would be a liar, if I was to say to you, girl, we couldn't get much higher."

Try to set the night on fire, babe, and you will see that we will fulfill ourselves.

And then the instrumental part, lysergic, pure acid explosion, with a superlative rhythm section, to say the least, and a very inspired Manzarek.

And finally, the return of our Lizard King, to settle into our souls like a demonic angel...