DVD Review: The Doors - Live at the Bowl ‘68
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Holding his guitar like a rifle, The Doors’ Robby Krieger
takes aim at Jim Morrison. Always up for anything, the singer wanted to stage a
mock execution during “The Unknown Soldier,” and Krieger went along with the
gag, simulating the recoil action of a gun as Morrison fell like a sack of
potatoes. Only six months had passed since Morrison’s notorious onstage arrest
in New Haven, Connecticut, and he was, perhaps, beginning to feel as if he had
a target on his back, put there by his friends in law enforcement. Confrontations
between Morrison, The Doors and the police in the aftermath of that incident
would continue, confirming his suspicions.
Unlike that surreal evening in December of 1967 when
Morrison fought the law and didn’t win, he wouldn’t be hauled away in handcuffs
when The Doors – feeling on top of the world – brought their psychedelic circus
to the Hollywood Bowl on July 5, 1968, the concert where Morrison took that
imaginary bullet from Krieger. Filmed at the behest of The Doors, it turned out
to be a landmark performance for the band and the unpredictable Morrison, ever
the fearless shaman and the enigmatic poet. Now, at a time when pettiness and
fear seem to have the masses in their clutches and Morrison’s philosophy of
liberation is but an echo from the distant past, the definitive document of
that celebrated event arrives, a DVD account titled “Live at the Bowl ‘68” that
cleans out the dust and the cobwebs and showcases the focused synergy and
hallucinatory fervor The Doors could muster when properly motivated. Rising to
the occasion, The Doors run through rousing, spirited versions of “Alabama Song
(Whisky Bar),” “Hello, I Love You,” “The Unknown Soldier” and “Back Door Man”
with vim and vigor, their swirling mania and spirit of adventure driving them
onward and upward.
And whenever Morrison gets the itch to veer off course and
journey into the unknown, whether his fellow travelers are familiar with the
imagined terrain or strangers in the strangest and wildest country one could
possibly hope to explore, Krieger, Ray Manzarek and John Densmore are unafraid
to follow. With their own loose, freewheeling and almost alien improvisation –
oftentimes emitting harsh dissonance and throwing together shapeless sonic
juxtapositions – negotiating safe passage through the borderless wilderness of
“Horse Latitudes,” “A Little Game” and “The Hill Dwellers,” The Doors coalesce
into the more recognizable cadre of gypsy artists commissioned to paint the
rich, mysterious hues and golden frames of “Spanish Caravan.” It’s as if the
know just what loose thread to pull and let everything unravel, before knitting
the elements back together into stronger and more vivid weavings than those
captured on in the studio.
Under The Doors’ hypnotic spell, the crowd jolts bolt
upright when Morrison screams, “Wake Up!” And while Morrison lashes out with
terrifying invective, that trio noisily devolves and breaks apart, embodying
the decay and caged-animal frustration that drives Morrison’s delivery. Then,
right on cue, The Doors launch into “Light My Fire” – which, along with “The
Wasp (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)” and the aforementioned “Spanish Caravan,”
had been MIA previously from the film but are now part of it – with wild-eyed
fury, building up to a powerful sonic orgasm of whirling organ, trampling drums
and frenzied guitar. All of which leads them to the mysterious, apocalyptic
visions of “The End.”
Restored to glorious effect, the audio and video of this
event, one of the biggest and most transcendent events in the history of The
Doors, couldn’t be more pristine. A vintage look is maintained, and the
expressions on Morrison’s face, captured so artfully by the cameramen working
this particular job, are priceless, although more close-ups on Krieger and
Densmore, in particular, as they worked at their craft would have been
appreciated. Even on that Spartan stage, so big and wide for three people
intensely concentrating on their playing their parts and one snake charmer with
a wry smile and a gift for making dream-like language submit to his will, The
Doors – surrounded by an obscene amount of amps – seemed more gods than men. And
the extra bonus features, including the mini-documentaries “Echoes from the
Past” and “You had to be There,” are wonderfully informative nostalgia trips
that tell the engrossing story of this occasion – as well as that of The Doors
in general – in great detail, mining the memory banks of the remaining members
of The Doors, the opening band The Chambers Brothers, and the Doors’ engineer
Bruce Botnick in casual conversations that have the feel of barroom chats.
Unfortunately, we never do find out for sure if Morrison was
on acid that night, as has been rumored over the years. Nevertheless, though
somewhat compromised, the original footage is sublime, shot from angles that expertly
capture the heightened tension and different moods of The Doors that June night
in 1968, but never seeming intrusive or obnoxious. Quite lucid and even
playful, Morrison was in rare form, and it’s apparent that the importance of
this moment is not lost on him or the rest of them. And for those who worked on
this new packaging, which includes fascinating liner notes culled from Botnick
that read like a detailed tour diary entry from that special date in Doors lore,
they recognize it as well.
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Peter Lindblad
