Can you picture what will be? Celebrating 50 years of The Doors
In late August 1966, The Doors entered the studio to record their debut album. Released five months later, it laid down a singular marker that still resonates today
The Whisky A Go Go, West Hollywood, May 1966, after midnight. Jac Holzman, 35-year-old owner of Elektra Records, just arrived on the red-eye from New York, is blearily checking out this new band that club manager Ronnie Haran keeps bugging him about. They’re called The Doors, and Ronnie says they are far out, man, trippy. And they have a to-die-for 22-year-old singer that even the boys want to lick the face of. Holzman, who has recently signed the band Love – whose lysergically depth-charged debut album he also produced – has absolutely no interest in signing another psychedelic rock band. But Love’s leader, Arthur Lee, has also hipped him to these new cats, The Doors, and so Holzman feels obliged to at least give them the once-over.
Holzman, though, is not impressed by The Doors. “Morrison made no impression whatsoever,” he would tell me years later. “There was nothing that tagged him as special.”