The person who turned me on to the Doors, and in fact, the very first person I knew who had even heard of the Doors was "Animal Etkins."
Animal, a 400 pound, 20 year old toothless hillbilly with a flat top (he used red, not yellow, Butchwax), worked at a gas station. He had a '61 Ford Galaxy 500 two door hardtop equipped with a behemoth 390 V8, noisy brakes, spinner hubcaps, and balding PEP Boys tires. Having no teeth, he drooled constantly.
He gave me and one of my idiot friends a ride up Robertson Boulevard one 1967 summer morning.
Wanting to impress, he said--no blubbered--something about this boss new band, put a brand new "Doors" cartridge in the 8-track, punched up "Break on Through," cranked the volume, and then staring at us across that vast bench seat and grinning like an imbecile, he mashed down on the foot feed. That 300 horse 390 came to life, and that big copper brown hog of the road reared up and took off down Robertson Boulevard towards Cadillac Ave (a 25 mph zone).
As my friend and I recoiled in loathing and terror, pinned to the seatback, I thought to myself, "He's right. That new band *is* bitchin."
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December 2006
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About a year ago
If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.
"1949" is written on the back of the print. Uncle Alec was partial to the biggest, most powerful Oldsmobiles money could buy. He bought a new one every two years.
Can't seem to stop or at least cut down on your consumption of "Non-PC" foods like human flesh or whale meat? I guess the rumors are true.
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