STILL NOT OVER FOR THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER
What was that he said? “No time to wallow in the mire.”
THE DOORS Alive, She Cried (Elektra)
by Mitchell Cohen
What was that he said? “No time to wallow in the mire.” Tell that to the folks who have somehow managed to turn a band that had maybe eight terrific months into a mini-industry. Is there a deep need for a live “Light My Fire” with the kind of instrumental doodling that usused to send the lead singer off to the wings to grab a Snickers? Has the world had enough mute nostril agony carefully refined and/or sealed over? As the skipper said to Mrs. Howell, “True sailing is dead,” but that hasn’t stopped people from booking cabins on the crystal ship of fools. Maybe we should be grateful that it’s DePalma who’s set to direct Travolta as the fictionalized Jim Morrison character in Fire; if it were Stallone, the climactic scene might have Morrison getting up on stage at Woodstock and beating the shit out of Jimi Hendrix.