Jimbo exorcises an Eliot(T.S.)-like version, of his own 'Wasteland'. The magnificent 'Celebration of the lizard'promotes the poet in him, to legendary standing. What can I say, other than it being a gift of genius status? Powerful imagery, madness of story, power of voice. This is as good a poem as it gets-and as frontman, Morrison whips it across in a frenzy-ranging from the subtle, murmuring introduction, to the all-consuming spat of infused calamity: "now...run to the mirror in the bathroom. Look! She's coming in here! I can't live through each slow century of her moooving..." Densmore rattles along like a crazy monster, Manzarek screams with his fingers, Krieger whoops in a frenzy. 'Who do you love' introduces us to the sign of things to come. The medley, excellently executed, with 4 classic Doors tracks in there-even if we include Brecht/Weills 'Alabama song'-still better than yours, Mr. Bowie! They 'Build me a woman' in their own way. And then, close to the finest track- the magnificent 'When the musics over'. I could dream in those melodies and chords. Ray, on 'Close to you', is, I think, a little suspect, but-hey, who cares? The beautiful 'Universal mind' and then the crowd stirring 'Petition'. And I love the marriage in the second medley: 'Dead rats, dead cats/Break on through'. Biased, I may be, but no different to any appreciator of an artwork that rips at their soul. If you don't believe me, at least give it a listen.