"Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding -
ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind"
- "Peace Frog"
When Jim Morrison was seven years old and driving across the country
with his parents, they came upon a car accident in the middle of a
Western desert. A pickup truck overloaded with American Indian
passengers had lost control and veered off the highway. The Morrison
family drove slowly past the wreckage, as police diverted the traffic
waving them through. Jim from his back seat window witnessed one of the
crash victims, an elder of the Indian tribe, die along the side of the
highway. Jim said he felt the spirit of the old Indian enter his body.
When then did the Lizard King and the Sun King unite in metamorphose??
With the death of Morrison in Paris on July 3rd, 1971, the remaining
Doors were suddenly like the Headless Horseman. Solo careers aside, what
would happen now that their proverbial head . the mind . the vision .
the voice . the face . was no longer connected to the body of work to
which they had all contributed? They lost a man not a God, but that's
not how the fans saw it. It would be blasphemy to go on. They loved Jim
and they felt they owned his memory.
Should they regroup? The Morrison disciples considered the thought
heresy. Who would sing Jim's part?
They needed a poet and a singer, someone who is illusive and
tantalizing, that was one thing Robby and Ray both agreed on. John
Densmore was with them in spirit but his doctors forbid him to play
drums. Music is still ringing in his ears. Stewart Copeland stepped in
and manned the toms and bones at the House of Blues and Harley's 100th
Anniversary.
Finally, after 30 something years . The Doors search for a new singer,
although quiet, had begun. That ultimate choice became the ultimate
voice of Ian Astbury. The concert crowd chose him too; you felt it in
their willing suspense of disbelief and respectful applause. Their
response to Ian's trancelike performance with The Doors of the 21st
Century became immediate and all encompassing.
Ian is more widely known as the lead singer of The Cult, a premiere
British Gothic band in the 80's and 90's. In the here and now . Ian
struts across the "D21C" stage with a sexy slither knowing full well
that The Cult's contribution to the 'DarkWave' is undeniable. The ghost
must have also chosen him. Again . did the Lizard King and the Sun King
bond as one complete and singular duality??
Ian looks more like Jim than Jim in the end. Death stops age bringing
with it eternal youth. He sounds more like Jim than Jim. He is mystical
and exotic like Jim Morrison. But, he is not Jim Morrison.
In performance, Ian's curly black hair tumbles across his cheek; his
bright, blue eyes spit at life. He is caged in his channeled persona.
His voice has something special, something 'witchy' a kind of pure
magic. He howls, growls, and moans the lyrics.
His singing voice and mannerisms are perfect. He was also known as a
troubled wild child, shaman, genius and madman. Pain can be easy to
interpret if you know it personally. He knows these feelings, we all do.
Ian has his feet firmly planted in two worlds . the conscious and the
unconscious, the past and the present, the living and the
always-enhanced memories of the dead.
Perhaps the "sound" of a "21st Century" band and its new generation of
poets, songwriters, and storytellers, will reopen . The Doors of
Perception to the new millennium!