I was never been much of a Doors fan, though suddenly I think they are the greatest thing ever. Funny how that works. Just trying to get into the Jimbo spirit here. Stark and dark and evil, Ray dropping Trane–McCoy Tyner really–into the Top 40. Lighting fires. Ray was hip. Jazz hip. Jazz was dark. Jazz was beat. Jim was beat. Words breaking on through to the other side, full of madness and patricide and Oedipus. Ray laying down jazz licks hidden inside that rock’n’roll. There was nothing pretty about any of this. Nothing soft. The music grooved as bad things happened. Life was hard and weird and sympathy wasn’t part of their vibe. Let’s get real here. You cannot petition the Lord with prayer.