1001 Albums Summary

Mentally I can’t get past the connotation of the Doors with every neo-hippie in my life. 1994 Ravenswood, WV and everyone else is discovering psychedelic music and pot. I’m into the music but not the pot. Every song seems about 2x long as it should be and repeats itself endlessly. There’s a cult of personality around the dead members of the great bands but nobody cares that the other musicians’ post-death of the lionized martyr art sucked. Anyways. It’s fine.