My mom bought me my first Beatle album. But, when it came time to stump up my own hard un-earned allowance on my first record, it was a momentous and difficult decision. Value for the money was the primary concern. The Doors debut was a safe bet. I had listened to it already at a friend’s house and there wasn’t a weak track on it. Even the novelty throw-away, “Whiskey Bar” seemed essential to the narrative flow of the album. “Crystal Ship” is still the greatest drug ballad ever written.
This album found Jim Morrison in a spunky, beautiful, well-groomed phase of his life. He would soon morph into the bloated, bearded, embarrassing anti-Elvis that we have all grown to loath. The Doors would do more good work; but nothing as unassailable as their stunning debut.