Mr. Mojo Risin'

Discuss.

...if I ever get a radio show, the opening of that song will be my opening bumper music.

...I'll listen to your show!

That's the first song I'm playing on my show tonight:)

I love that song; when I was a teenage Doors freak back when the second wave hit around 1980 when "American Prayer" came out, I played the shit out of the album, especially that song. Morrison's voice was shot by that time, but I really think he never sounded better; you could hear every long night of excess in his hoarse voice, and there's never been a better song about L.A...

were going to start our own cult and call it the Cult of the Lizard King. It involved alot of sex, drinking and drugs. We were in love w/ Morrison.

love the doors.:woohoo:

Whipping down Central Expressway, Silicon Valley CA...

Windows down, "L.A. Woman" in the CD changer. Navigating through the Freepers and Yuppies and House Flippers and other assorted ass puppets who fill this valley like cockroaches in a brandy snifter. It's a valley, it's a big bowl carved between the mountains, and among the movers and shakers and Christians and Jews and Muslims and Atheists and Agnostics and Straights and Gays and Undecideds, there are vermin and stinging insects that will lay their eggs in you and use you for their offspring's host body if you stand still and allow them to do it.

Silicon Valley, home of the $750K median home price.

In the car. Looking to the left, looking to the right, looking ahead, looking behind, no cops, no worries mate, no woman no cry.

Silicon Fucking Valley. But I'm not driving alone. I'm driving with the motherf**king DOORS and their greatest, go-down-in-flames masterpiece.

Mr. mojo risin’, mr. mojo risin’
Got to keep on risin’
Mr. mojo risin’, mr. mojo risin’
Mojo risin’, gotta mojo risin’
Mr. mojo risin’, gotta keep on risin’
Risin’, risin’
Gone risin’, risin’
I’m gone risin’, risin’
I gotta risin’, risin’
Well, risin’, risin’
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin’
Woah, ohh yeah
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel...city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, woah, c’mon
L.a. woman, l.a. woman, l.a. woman, your my woman
Little l.a. woman, little l.a. woman
L.a. l.a. woman woman, l.a. woman c’mon

:toast:

For those wild freeway rides between Westwood, the beach and Tommy's :9

(Yes, 'tape'. It was 1974-1980.)

...and it has nothing to do with the fact that it contains the lines...

"Drivin’ down your freeways
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman...
So alone, so alone"...

It just IS.

:toast:

Lived at the beach one summer with a bunch of stoner bitches, who played that album all the time in my bedroom, where they kept their giant speakers next to my bed.

One night, I was home asleep (had to be at work at 7am) and they dragged the entire staff of The Little Princeton bar home with them, and decided to crank the tunes. I hit the ceiling at 3am to Mr. Morrison screaming "...LA woman!!! LA woman!!! LA woman in the city of light...." blasting a foot from my ear.

Went out to living room, saying nothing, and pulled the plug. They of course plugged it back in, and turned it up higher.

I stalked back out, this time carrying wire cutters, unplugged the stereo, and severed both the electric cord and the connections to the speakers.

I think I scared everyone, including the bouncers.

(note - on top of hearing "LA Woman" all summer at the house, the Little Princeton's house band was now a Doors cover band, and that's about all they played all damned summer. Made me almost miss "Keep It Comin' Love" - the same guys had been "KC & the Sunshine Band" the previous year.)

You are fully entitled to hate that song.

Nicely handled, tho :rofl: :thumbsup: