The Doors came to 67, by chance, as aliens. In the France of the 60s, numb musak of the resistance front was in London and, with the exception of the Beach Boys, nothing seemed to happen in the US. And then, one fine day, my cousin made me listen to "Strange Days". The voice, first ubiquitous voice, warm, playing all the rhythms and the group with her immediately due, identifiable, inimitable. Another way to play rock, an opening to open spaces and starry sky.
The Big Jim and his doors were hit. This dream took three years to sink in Paris when Morrison died killed by her intimate demon cettte compilation gives us their universe. Once used this access, it is then sufficient to provide all their records.