the moon is near white after being lowly yellow
for a spell, some random is acting out
a werewolf incantation on a windowsill
air-drumming - honestly, i thought that air-drumming
would always be more entertaining than
that ******* of air-guitar - you get the groove man,
you improvise your own rhythm, you
rip the ******* heart out and tell it to be rhythmic
to your own choosing - but no, you had to get the
elongated imaginary ***** out fiddle it like
a flute you'd never blow into - makes sense,
entertainment comes dirt cheap these these in Las Vegas,
the sombreros are out and the jig misters of
forgotten jazz are playing a speedy version of
Miles Davies' kind of glued blue - oddly enough
i liked the abstract corn-on-the-cob *******' brew,
don't ask me why i think what i think, certain music
just makes me think - but in the case of the doors' L.A. woman?
nope, no clue, i get the spontaneity jitters all over me
like goosebumps at a horror movie screening -
i start singing, i start air-drumming,, July 3, 1971 in Paris
never happened - they still put make-up on the cemetery
bust while the Spanish leave a joint (which some
*** probably picks up, smokes it and giggles)
but the point is, i can hum the bass-line, the guitar solos do not
deviate that much from the rhythm, they're more tweaks
than solos, accents, when guitar and vocals combine,
the vocals give cue to the guitar to do a sly elevation from
the rhythm, jazz rock, man, that's what the doors invented,
jazz rock, never heard that before, it's not prog rock
with too much elaboration on either drums or guitar,
guitars of Mahler or Penderecki can hide in the dungeons,
i mean slick ****, so many years on and i'm reinventing
the ****** thing, it's not even psychedelic rock,
fair enough Manzarek playing the cowboy harpsichord
of the saloon with some odd drinking buddy (like me)
flipping the score pages and pouring liquor into his gob,
but all the instruments get a chance to breathe,
the vocals aren't exactly Meat Loaf and thank **** for that,
it's like clicking your fingers or whistling -
i can hum the bass line, i can air-drum the beat,
the guitar solos compliment the rhythm / rhyme -
jazzy rock, it's a fluid composition...
by the way... please, someone tell me that Val Kilmer
isn't playing the position of defensive midfielder for
Grzegorz Krychowiak... a doppelgänger if i ever saw one;
i must be ******, i'm seeing double; uh.