Weird Scenes Inside The Gold Mine

Posted July 3, 2011 by borntorockandroll
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It is on this, the 40th anniversary of Jim Morrison’s death, that we choose to share with you our finest Doors-related sightseeing photos.  Why?  Because they trod upon some pretty cool parts of Los Angeles when it was the coolest place in the world… and it’s a hell of a lot better than streaming together a bunch of tired puns built around “The End”, “When The Music’s Over”, “Riders On The Storm”, “The Changeling”, Mr. Mojo Risin’, slipping into unconsciousness, remembering when we were in Africa, and waking up this morning and getting ourselves a beer.  OK – that last one is pretty solid, actually.

And if you’re wondering why we’ll travel 3,000 miles in either direction to photograph this stuff but can’t be bothered to check out the cover of Strange Days which is practically in our own backyard… well, hey – Murray Hill just kind of sucks.

So grab yourself a Bud Tallboy, put on some Doors (ideally their debut, which very well may be the best album ever recorded… or if you really want to be bold, Other Voices), and enjoy our little salute to Love/Death/Travel in honor of Jim.  This is the best part of the trip.  This is the trip, the best part…

Venice Beach, CA

Northstar & Speedway, Venice, the former site of Manzarek's apartment and an early Doors rehearsal space

Some chief in a "Born To Rock & Roll" t-shirt channeling his inner Val Kilmer on Venice Beach. We have no idea who this could be.

8911 Sunset Blvd. Former home of the London Fog, where the Doors got their first Strip residency and cut their teeth as a live act. It's now The Cat Club, which is owned by Slim Jim Phantom of the Stray Cats. Clever.

Maybe The People Would Be The Times Or Between Clark And Hilldale

The Whisky and 9000 Sunset, where Jim edited 'HWY' and shot the last scene balancing on a rail on the roof.

Rothdell Trail, just behind the Laurel Canyon General Store. The inspiration behind "Love Street". The brown house was Jim's address for most of 1967.

The Riot House, Sunset Strip. Jim was fond of hanging off the 10th floor balcony. Shocking he's dead, really...

Barney's Beanery on Santa Monica Blvd., West Hollywood. Jim liked to get loaded here. For what it's worth, their beer is very, very cold.

Ray Ray, Robby, & The Denz commemorate the spot on the Barney's bar where Mr. Lizard King took a leak.

The former Doors office and rehearsal space (and makeshift studio for the L.A. Woman album) on Santa Monica Blvd. Sorry for the lousy photo but we were in a rush to get to Barney's.

We saw "When You're Strange" when we were actually IN L.A., maaaaaan!

This Is Paris, Not L.A.

Jim's, um, doors...

17 Rue Beautrellis, site of the last bath 40 years ago today. Jim lived - and died - on the 4th floor.

OK, for making it through that, here’s your reward.  R.I.P, Jim!

R.I.P., Big Man

Posted June 18, 2011 by borntorockandroll
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Clarence Clemons, January 11, 1942 – June 18, 2011.

Fuck.

70 years old…

Posted June 2, 2011 by borntorockandroll
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and 49 have been spent with those two jokers.  How embarrassing.  Happy birthday, Charlie Boy!

Check out the greatest drummer of all time swing away in ’65:

Happy Birthday, You Freaky Fucking Bird-Man! (“When I’m 64″ edition)

Posted June 1, 2011 by borntorockandroll
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Now let’s all boogie down with Ronnie and his “other” band…

The following Hall Of Fame induction speech is brought to you by…

Posted March 21, 2011 by borntorockandroll
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Red Red Wine

Last week, Neil Diamond entered the Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame (along with Alice Cooper, Tom Waits, Leon Russell, and the greatest female singer of the rock era – Darlene Love).  If there’s one thing Neil knows how to do, it’s work a room.  And that he did.

He’s Jelvis, he’s loaded, and he’s absolutely glorious.  Check this shit out:

And while you’re here, enjoy a vintage clip of Brother Love testifying…

And perhaps the greatest cover we’ve ever heard:

Congrats, Neil – represent!

Holy shit – a new Dead Milkmen album was released this morning!

Posted March 19, 2011 by borntorockandroll
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Who knew?  Not us, that’s for damn sure!  Good thing we happened to stop by Slicing Up Eyeballs today…

We’re ecstatically giddy to report that The King In Yellow, the first new Milkmen album since 1995′s God-awful Stoney’s Extra Stout (Pig) and the first since bassist Dave Blood went to the Great Laundromat In The Sky, is an exceptional return to form.  And given the utter shitshow of a century we’re having, Rodney Anonymous couldn’t make a more timely return.  He’s like a punk rock Superman.

Between the Milkmen, Beady Eye, R.E.M., the Vaccines, the Strokes, Glasvegas, and now The King In Yellow… it’s an embarrassment of riches, people.  Our cup runneth over – 2011′s shaping up to be one for the books.  Expect – or at least hope for – a review soon.  But know this – that goddamn tin whistle that “colored” their last couple of albums is nowhere to be found.  This is primo Milkmen at their funky cowpunk best.  And don’t worry – they still can’t sing.

Oh, and the icing on the cake?  The Milkmen will be playing at Warsaw is beautiful downtown Greenpoint, Brooklyn on Sat. April 9th!  We saw them there in the early stages of their reunion two years ago and our souls rotated – it was a blazing, strangely life-affirming evening and it goes without saying that this is a show not be missed.  Get your tickets here and unless you want to wait a month for physical product, you can download the album right now for a mere $9.99 here.  But as a wise man once said, “Feel the heat of the moment, feel the heat of the now.”  Take heed.

Trivia factoid – you know that Jonny Wurster kid mentioned in “Stuart”?  The one who some of the neighbors thought smoked crack and who got a burrow owl for his 10th birthday?   Well, that fine kid grew up to be none other than Jon Wurster, drummer of Superchunk.  Turns out he booked the first Milkmen show way back in the early ’80s – fancy that.  No word if Wurster ever figured out what the queers are doing to the soil, though…

Until then, dig…

Reunionized in Greenpoint, 2009.

(Nice hat, Joe!)

And, of course…

Let’s do it, man – let’s torch the whole village.


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