The story of the Doors as seen and lived by Ray Manzarek. It is coloured by Ray's own outlook on life. This could seem weird to anyone not having known the morals and philosophy of the 'love generation'.
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Manzarek Takes You With Him16 juillet 2000
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Of all the books I've read about The Doors, my favorite has always been "No One Here Gets Out Alive," by Jerry Hopkins and Danny Sugerman. Until now. Now, unequivocally, it's "Light My Fire: My Life With The Doors," by Ray Manzarek, the keyboard player and co-founder (along with Jim Morrison) of The Doors. What makes this book so great is that Manzarek has a way of making you feel like you're there with him, and Morrison and the others, as he recounts that magical, psychedelic period of time between 1965 and 1971. As he puts it: "In that year we had an intense visitation of energy. That year lasted from the summer of 1965 to July 3, 1971." And as he writes, he as much as welcomes you into their lives, sharing their most intimate and personal moments. You're there with them on the beach in Venice, California, when Morrison first mentions to his friend Ray that he's been writing some songs; and it is in that moment that "The Doors" are born, and you're there, and it's as if it is one of your own memories. Manzarek writes with such obvious joy and fondness of this period of time in his life; of his memories of Jim Morrison, the charismatic and enigmatic poet whom he loved as a brother and still misses to this day; of his then girlfriend (now wife of all these many years), Dorothy Fujikawa, whom he adores; of finding guitarist Robby Krieger and drummer John Densmore and making The Doors a reality; and it's all done with such a Bradburyesque style and flair that by the time you're through you feel as though you're one of them, part of that unique inner-circle of friends. Of course, there's the down side, too, about which he is equally as candid as he is about the rest of it. How devastating it was, for example, to watch Jim Morrison's decline, his descent into the void of the bottle; how it began and why, and the reasons neither he, nor anyone, could help Morrison. He discusses quite frankly how his friend, Jim, the gentle poet with an exuberant love for life, would become "Jimbo," the self-destructive, counter-productive redneck. But throughout, Manzarek manages to remain upbeat and positive, concentrating on the love and good times, debunking many of the myriad myths about Morrison and the others, while painting an intimate portrait of who The Doors really were, and are. "Light My Fire," is poignant, incisive and alive; it is one of those books you are sorry to see come to an end. Like the short life of Jim Morrison, it's a shame there isn't any more.
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Youch! Ray the Historian...25 juin 2003
N. P. Stathoulopoulos
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Since this book appeared in 1998, The Doors--sans John Densmore, who had an iota of self-respect--have played Las Vegas. Thank God Jim Morrison didn't live to see his bandmates mutated into an embarassing lounge act, singing his songs in the performance graveyard that is Vegas. It's clear Ray Manzarek does not like Densmore. It's clear now and it's bitingly clear in this book. Ray Manzarek has a real go at the history of The Doors, rewriting it exactly as he'd like it to sound in his mind. Ray conveniently ignores entire albums, tours, and other events in favor of waxing on about the chi, about how unbelievably incredible The Doors were and still are. He has a lot of love for Jim Morrison, but even this is tinged with a nasty shade of green. Instead of facing the fact that Morrison had a serious drug and alcohol problem, Manzarek creates an alter ego for Morrison known as 'Jimbo'. See, it's all 'Jimbo's' fault. Jimbo is the redneck alcoholic idiot that Morrison would become at random times, not the regular Jim Morrison who was a brilliant poet and all around nice guy. You can imagine why he hates Densmore. Riders on the Storm, Densmore's version of the story, clearly shows that the drummer felt guilt over Morrison's spiral downward. Densmore came off as honest; he didn't beat the reader over the head with endless babble about Dionysus or the Age of Aquarius and the massive amount of acid Ray appears to have taken. Meanwhile Manzarek would rather attach some kind of cosmo-spiritual explanation to Morrison's decline. He claims to have seen the spirit literally leaving Morrison's head the night of the final Doors performance in New Orleans in 1970. It's embarassing, it's manipulative and it speaks volumes about Ray's character. Ray always looked like an erudite. He was well-spoken and he loved Morrison, backing his friend up as a serious poet. However, Ray comes off as vindictive, clouded, and plain silly in this book. He has a serious beef with Oliver Stone, referring to him as a fascist, a term Ray still throws around like it's 1968. Ray was horrified at another version of The Doors' story by another artist since Ray wants it told according to hiw own memory. Unfortunately, what Ray remembers is very selective. This book spends eternity to reach the release of the first Doors album in 1967 and the same year follow, Strange Days. Ray just doesn't want to get too involved in the REST of The Doors' days. He hardly makes mention of the fact that after Morrison died the band kept going, releasing two studio albums and touring. Conveniently, those two albums STILL have never been released to CD. As with their impressive resume of doctoring live albums, The Doors are unmatched in selling the same material over and over while keeping the stuff fans really want tucked away (hence the boxset delay and its underwhelming content). I would recommend this strictly as an offical version of the story from one of the band. However, be very careful in reading Ray's story. He wants everyone to remember The Doors only as he does...
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No Good15 septembre 2005
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I give this book 2 stars for the occasional first person insights into the Doors. But there is too little of it. There is too much of the rantings of a man who is apparently trapped in the 6os, and is undergoing a personal mind battle between himself as a flower child and a business man. He often comes on as one or the other of these two conflicting images.
Often he rants about the establishment and their love of power and money, but at the same time he exudes great excitement when he describes the business and money aspect of his music career; like the big bucks he got when 'Light my Fire' hit the charts and the new car and beach house he was able to then buy. Or when he describes getting his first royalty check from Elektra and "Grinning and Dithering" while he makes his wife guess at the figure. Then she "squeals" and they hug and yell "We're rich!" A few pages later he goes on ranting about power and money hungry people.
I found too much hypocrisy in his writing like when he keeps using the phrase "I hope the lovers win the war. Don't you?" Then a few pages later he comes on as anything but a lover with his nasty second-hand gossip about Morrison allegedly telling him that he didn't like John Desmore. Uh, wouldn't a true lover and person who preaches peace and goodwill amongst each other, have kept that to himself rather than basically telling the world "Jim liked me more than John." I mean, what does that serve other than hurting another man's feelings? Nasty stuff from a self professed lover of people.
"Break On Through" is a much more supperior book on this topic. And it is a shame. Because with Manzarek's personal insight into the group, he could have provided the greatest story....But instead he chose to hog the spotlight and put too much of himself, his hypocritical pseudo hippy rantings, and his mean spirited jabs at others who were a part of this chapter in his life, into this book. I was hoping for more. Instead he delivered mostly junk.
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disappointing27 mai 2002
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Manzarak impresses me as the dork who thinks he's hip if he "talks cool." I'm a Doors freak, but all the hippy-dippy language is silly. And he slams John Densmore again and again. Apparently Densmore slammed Manzarek in HIS book RIDERS ON THE STORM, and Manzarek got his revenge with this one. But I read RIDERS ON THE STORM and I only recall one dig about Densmore rolling his eyes at Manzerak treating the Doors like a religion. But this book has dig after dig after dig against Densmore. Apparently the Doors have considered touring with stand in singers, but the one thing interfering is Densmore's upset at this book. So Manzerak may have sabatoged that tour and can only blame himself. I actually saw Ray Manzerak play piano and tell stories at Muldoon's Irish Pub last year in Newport Beach, and he told interesting stories and only complimented the other Doors. I was bracing myself for him to slam Densmore as in this book. But he was very nice, and it was a great afternoon, and I really regret that the tone he took that afternoon, was not the tone he took in this book.
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WOW...self indulgent and one dimensional25 novembre 2012
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First let me say I love the Doors music and have for decades, also i know that the author was critical to the development of the sound, but this book is not good. He comes off as an intellectual snob who thinks himself superior to everyone- with the exception of the Dionysis to his Apollo (seriously this is repeated ad nauseum and i wish i had a nickel for everytime he used the word Dionysis). He hates Oliver Stone and berates him several times. He hates John Densmore and recalls Morrison wanting to kick him out of the band, labels him a whiner, but also says he's the best drummer he's ever played with (in the past few years Densmore blocked an attempt by Kreiger and Manzerak to tour with the name Doors and there is bad blood obviously).
He describes Morrison's decent into addiction as a noble struggle that he is battling with his alter ego Jimbo instead of what it was, and this seems an easy way to avoid any responsibility that he would have had in trying to help him. Densmore's book was better in the fact that he did take respoinsibility for not doing more and was more honest.
This book is good in that i learned alot about Manzerak (although my opinion of him has suffered greatly), and it is almost humourous in the flakey pseudo superior way he tries to spin everything in his favor. There is also a not so sublte homo erotic attachment he has for Morrison and he goes to great effort to describe in detail Morrison's genetalia in his leather pants (seriously it is quite humerous and revealing, pun not intended)
but the structure of the book is poor. It is a little over 300 pages and it takes 100 pages to get to the meeting on the beach and the decision to fomr the band, at 200 pages we get to the recording of thier first album and @ 300 pages we get to the incident in Miami, which according to Ray was Morrison causing a mass hallucination and the inevitable persecution of a poet by the establisment for being Dionysis! funny stuff- but again- self indulgent one dimensional and almost insulting to the reader.
Where is the stuff about LA Woman, which IMO brought the band full cirlce and back to the power and creative genius of their debut. I think 100 pages about this transition could easily have been added, but???
This i think is indicitive of the authorsstyle in just skipping superficialy over significant events that would really be intersting to the reader and help to rally give insight into the journey of one of modern music's greatest bands. I mean when put into perspective, the dark emoting music which is so alive with emotion and poetic imagery is without equal even now and was such opposite to what was being produced at the time- truely great stuff, however...
in conclusion i borrowed this book from the library and payed too much. There are better books out there and i cant recommend this one uness you LOVE Manzerak as much as he loves himself , and that would be difficult, or you want to be disillusioned by someone who you used to really admire (which is what happened to me, oh well)