So many good memories, haunting ones, over so many years. Thanks for the songs, Ray.
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Ray Manzarek of The Doors has died
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- Rad Grandad
- 38041 posts since 6 Sep, 2003 from Downeast Maine
I just saw this on FB 
The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another's world. It requires profound, purpose‐larger‐than‐the‐self kind of understanding.
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- KVRAF
- 10170 posts since 2 Jan, 2005 from somewhere in the woods
i love the man!
"It dreamed itself along"
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- addled muppet weed
- 111278 posts since 26 Jan, 2003 from through the looking glass
aw balls
say hi to jim
say hi to jim
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- KVRAF
- 16977 posts since 23 Jun, 2010 from north of London ON
sigh. another one gone...
Barry
If a billion people believe a stupid thing it is still a stupid thing
If a billion people believe a stupid thing it is still a stupid thing
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- Hun #3
- 4265 posts since 25 Mar, 2002 from A quaint little village just south of Hamburg, Germany
That guy wielded so much influence over my cultural upbringing - his playing is among my first memories of anything ever.
I tried a little Manzarek-style organ on my keyboard only this afternoon (not knowing he was even sick).
I tried a little Manzarek-style organ on my keyboard only this afternoon (not knowing he was even sick).
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- Skunk Mod
- Topic Starter
- 21249 posts since 10 Jun, 2004 from Pony Pasture
One memory of The Doors:
Decades ago, back when I used to drive around Virginia and North Carolina repairing amusement electronics, I carried several crates of CDs and a beat-up boom box connected to homemade crossovers and a spare pair of large jukebox speakers. Not hi-fi but it helped the hours and the miles pass.
One hot, humid late summer afternoon I was headed out of one small town, driving to a slightly larger one across county after county of nearly flat farmland broken by patches of forest. Soon as I was clear of town I could see the shelf-shaped wall of black cloud, the immense, rapidly moving storm that I was heading directly into.
Naturally I reached for the CD with "Riders on the Storm," and as it spun up I was overtaken by three motorcyclists. The rumbling from the recording mixed with their Harleys and real rolling thunder while day turned to night. I had to turn the volume up to be heard over the roaring of rain on the van's rooftop.
Past the deserted store where the bikers found shelter under a rickety garage, down from the high flatland into creek-dissected wooded territory, back out into open fields. Finally I emerged from under the storm into crystal-clear air where gaps in the clouds let through scarce sunbeams that lit a wraith of mist here, a stand of glittering green oaks over there.
Moving into the song's last section Ray's Fender Rhodes notes had that same glowing-against-darkness quality, floating along through the countryside, headed toward someplace else, always moving, always driving forward. That's how I will always think of him.
Decades ago, back when I used to drive around Virginia and North Carolina repairing amusement electronics, I carried several crates of CDs and a beat-up boom box connected to homemade crossovers and a spare pair of large jukebox speakers. Not hi-fi but it helped the hours and the miles pass.
One hot, humid late summer afternoon I was headed out of one small town, driving to a slightly larger one across county after county of nearly flat farmland broken by patches of forest. Soon as I was clear of town I could see the shelf-shaped wall of black cloud, the immense, rapidly moving storm that I was heading directly into.
Naturally I reached for the CD with "Riders on the Storm," and as it spun up I was overtaken by three motorcyclists. The rumbling from the recording mixed with their Harleys and real rolling thunder while day turned to night. I had to turn the volume up to be heard over the roaring of rain on the van's rooftop.
Past the deserted store where the bikers found shelter under a rickety garage, down from the high flatland into creek-dissected wooded territory, back out into open fields. Finally I emerged from under the storm into crystal-clear air where gaps in the clouds let through scarce sunbeams that lit a wraith of mist here, a stand of glittering green oaks over there.
Moving into the song's last section Ray's Fender Rhodes notes had that same glowing-against-darkness quality, floating along through the countryside, headed toward someplace else, always moving, always driving forward. That's how I will always think of him.
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- addled muppet weed
- 111278 posts since 26 Jan, 2003 from through the looking glass
26 yearss 2 months and about 2 weeks ago lsd, golf course some friends and a boombox :bliss:
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- KVRAF
- 5948 posts since 19 Jun, 2008 from Melbourne, Australia
R.I.P. Ray.
... space is the place ...
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- Banned
- 10196 posts since 12 Mar, 2012 from the Bavarian Alps to my feet and the globe around my head
RIP. "The Doors" was a legendary band...
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- KVRAF
- 12143 posts since 13 Mar, 2009 from UK
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- KVRian
- 906 posts since 24 Mar, 2010
Very sad to hear this. My all time favorite band.
Weve canceled your subscription to the resurrection, sent your credentials to the house of detention, youve got some friends inside, say hello to jim for us.
Rip.
Weve canceled your subscription to the resurrection, sent your credentials to the house of detention, youve got some friends inside, say hello to jim for us.
Rip.