I've stated on this blog that Jane Austen -- her relevence, work -- is the biggest con being played on females between the ages of 14-45.
If there's a male counterpart, it's The Doors. There are several things wrong with them.
For one, Jim Morrison simply wasn't that cool. Now, he may have been cool had he lived and had an opportunity to not take himself so seriously. Instead, he croaked early, at the height of his self-importance.
Two, the band wasn't that good.
Three, they took their name from Aldous Huxley's "The Doors of Perception," indicating that their music would be transcendent, opening pathways for their fans to reach some other level of conciousness or whatever.
Then they write and record songs like "20th Century Fox," "Back Door Man," "Light My Fire" and "Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar)." The only door The Doors were intersted in open was between a chick's legs. Morrison and Co. were no more different than Whitesnake, Limp Bizkit and KISS -- they wanted to stick their penises into as many females as they could. "Doors of perception" my ass.
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