I discovered The Doors when I was in my early teenage years. I was drawn to the lyrics immediately. Somehow Jim Morrison always seemed to be talking to me directly when I listened to their music. Mind you they had some really bad songs (e.g. Running Blue), but the song that always sent me on a journey whenever I listened to it was The End off of The Doors self-titled debut. This song, really allows the band to shine at various moments during its 11:47 running time. Right from the opening flemenco guitar riff, the song grabs you and takes you on a magical ride with twists and turns along the way.
So this brings me to the memory I have associated with this song. I actually have two stories for this song but I will post them separately. This story begins with me and a bunch of buddies traveling up to Pembine, Wisconsin which is a dot of a town right in the northeast corner of the state. My friend Fred's brother had a trailer up their that they stayed in during hunting season. For us, this was just a get away weekend and an excuse to drink and let loose. The first night we were up there, we starting drinking and having a blast. A real guys night out. After a while, the effects of the beers I had drank kicked in and I said we should put the Doors on and see where the music took us. At first the guys thought I was being weird, but they went along with it. So we dimmed the lights and started the song. At first their was some giggling but soon the room went silent as the song had grabbed them as well. I was in a deep place and as the song progressed I remember feeling more at peace than I may have ever been in my life. My eyes went closed and I clear my mind of any thoughts and let it fill with whatever the song exposed me to. Soon I started feeling as if I was moving somehow. Shapes starting floating around me with all kinds of colors. Now let me interject here, I was not on any type of drugs and only had maybe 3-4 beers at this point.
So as the song went on the motion began to feel more intense and the objects brighter somehow. During the “The West is the best” portion of the song, I remember having visions of the desert I had been in 1990. That faded and finally as the song began its march toward it's crescendo. I felt my heart start to race as the tempo of the song increases. With each notch of tempo, I started to feel like I was racing through space. I described it as sitting in Capatain Kirk's chair while going into warp speed. The kept going through the entire fast section until I was going to fast I felt like I was nearing the other side of the universe. When the song came back down, I was gripping the chair as hard as I could, nearly panting and visibly sweating. It was the most intense experience I have ever had without some kind of help.
After the song was the other guys looked at me and could tell I had just been through something intense. The thing was that they too had their own little experiences too. It truly was a magical weekend.
Does this song have any memory for you? Let me know.