Tuesday, 01-Nov-2011
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"At first flash of Eden, we race down to the sea.
Standing there on Freedom's Shore.
Waiting for the Sun (3x)
Can you feel it now that spring has come.
And it's time to live in the scattered sun.
Waiting for the Sun (3x, pause, again slower)
Waiting.... Waiting.... Waiting.... Waiting.... (2x)
Waiting for you to - come along
Waiting for you to - hear my song
Waiting for you to - come along
Waiting for you to - tell me what went wrong."
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You may think that I have completely lost it but it's just that I spent an entire weekend at home listening to The Doors on my laptop in preparation for the real deal tomorrow evening. Robbie Krieger & his guitar are 65 years old and Ray Manzarek with his meandering keyboards is at a doddering 72. Morrison is on a never-ending vacation away from earth since 1971 and John Densmore has given up drumming due to hearing problems. Maybe I need to do a reality check and tone down my psychotic levels of excitement...
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Going by setlists at their previous venues on this tour, they'll be skipping my personal favourites like "Hello, I love you" or "People are strange" or even the above mentioned "Waiting for the sun". Maybe they'll fall asleep on the stage. Maybe Jim Morrison's stand-in would such an eye-sore that I'll have to march out mid-concert. Maybe a drugged out hippie from their golden age would burn the Lupos Heartbreak Hotel in Providence down to the ground before the show even begins. I don't know! All I know is that I'll be there to watch it happen. Live. In person. Sakshaat. THE DOORS.
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There are classic rock bands and there is THE classic rock band. There are great lyricists and then there is THE American poet. There is beautiful music and there is HAUNTINGLY beautiful music. Creative inspiration unparalleled this band and their songs have been to me over the years. I hope this night to be, I pray it to be, I will it to be... of significant and everlasting impact.
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As time swims by, we all will learn,
Surely someday, all leaves must turn,
Shadows flit past, chase and run
Live their life, waiting for the sun...
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