As The Music Plays #5

This is a series of posts about the music I play while writing.  This time it’s Riders on the Storm by The Doors.  It’s a strange song and the last song Jim Morrison wrote and recorded before his death.

Riders on the Storm was recorded between December 1970 and January 1971 as part of the L.A. Woman album.  This song is one of the Doors’ greatest songs.  When you think of the 1960’s counterculture, you have to talk about the Doors and Morrison.  I grew up during this era and psychedelic rock was on all the AM radio stations we listened to back then.  My friends all had psychedelic poster art and we did wear tie-dyed shirts from time to time.

The song did get a fair amount of air time with the single version length being 4 minutes, while the album version is 7.  I never heard the album version until I was an adult as neither I nor my friends owned the album.  I do recall being attracted to the strange lyrics and guitar playing.  It’s one of those songs that doubles as something to think about and just good background music.

It made onto my writing play list for this quality of making me think about the story it’s telling, the meditative beat of the music and honestly, nostalgia.  This music just brings back memories of barefoot summers, teeshirts, cutoff jeans, riding bikes, chasing after the ice cream man and all the joys of life as a preteen in the 70’s.

The lyrics never really made much sense to me.  On the surface they’re kind of depressing.  We’re just riders on the storm, we’re thrown into the world and have nothing.  We’re alone and have no control over what is happening to us.  The first verse is about a murder and the second verse feels like a man being very needy.  You really have to do a little research about the song to come to any kind of understanding about it.  There are few words as much of the song is just guitar and keyboard music, which for me is the real attraction of the song, not the lyrics.

When you dive into it, you’ll find that the main chorus which opens the song is heavily influenced by the 20th century philosopher Martin Heidegger.  Morrison heard one of Heidegger’s lectures in 1963.  One of Heidegger’s concepts is that of “thrownness” as a basic state of human existence.  Of Morrison was also influenced by Friedrich Nietzsche.  Both philosophers influenced much of the counterculture movement so it isn’t surprising to me that Riders on the Storm goes in the direction that it does. 

The first verse with “There’s a killer on the road,” is a reference to the spree killer Billy Cook, who in the 1950s kill some six people while hitchhiking.  This event was the subject of the 1952 film noir, The Hitch-Hiker. It’s also a statement on the randomness of life as in, “you never know when the storm will hit.”  Interestingly, in 1969 Morrison did write, produce, direct and star in the short film, HWY: An America Pastoral about a hitchhiker who at the end of the film reveals that he had killed someone.  A hitchhiking drifter is about and thrown into the world as you get, so based on the chorus it makes some sense that Morrison goes in this direction.

The second verse is just plain whinny.  This verse opens with “Girl, you gotta love your man,” with no indication that the man has to love his woman.  Whoever this woman is also gets the burden, “The world on you depends.”  Most likely this section is Morrison’s expression of love for Pamela Courson.  Courson and Morrison where living together in Paris at the time of his death.

Altogether an odd song, but strangely compelling.  I will say that I do argue with myself from time to time over whether or not this should be on my playlist as some of the lyrics make me a bit uncomfortable — especially now that I’ve researched more about them.  On the other side, sometimes the best thing to do is to confront those things that make us uncomfortable, irritated, or annoyed.  It is asking the question, “why is this bothering me?” that pushes us to grow and better understand ourselves.  Also, as a writer we often need to write about subjects we find uncomfortable or conflict within us.  After all, a good story is based on conflict, mistakes being made, the hero doing the wrong thing.  And that’s why Riders on the Storm stays on my playlist.

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Friday Wisdom – Lakes

We took a drive over to see Lake Tahoe today so here’s everything I know about lakes:

There’s a lake near me that is just filled with ducks. I thought about buying a house there, but then I thought that there would be just too many bills.

I never tell jokes near frozen lakes – they might crack up.

Elephants love to swim in lakes. That’s why they always have their trunks with them.

Have you heard of the ballet, “Frog Lake?” It’s like Swan Lake, only there’s a lot more jumping.

I saw a lady drop her cell phone into the lake. She said it was syncing.

In what state is the Great Salt Lake? Yup, liquid, it never freezes.

“Hello, I’m Jane and I’m an alcoholic.” “Ma’am, this is triple A, not AA” “I know, I’m just trying to explain why my car is in the lake.”

I couldn’t get my Bluetooth speaker to work, so I threw it in the lake. Now it’s syncing …

Devil: This is the lava lake you’ll be spending eternity in. Bob: Actually this is underground, so it would be magma. Devil: You do understand why you’re here?

I know a guy who bought some water skis, but took them back to the store – he couldn’t find a lake with a hill in it.

Is eating vegetables from a lake monster’s garden healthy? Not Nessie’s celery.

I was telling my friend some fun facts about the Nile. He asked, “Source?” I replied, “Lake Victoria.”

Where do ghosts like to go to water ski? Lake Erie.

There’s a law in Lake Tahoe that you can’t have to docks because that would be a paradox.

Be careful swimming in Philosophy Lake — It’s deep.

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Wednesday Working – Gabion Cage

We finally started a landscaping project is worth a picture. There is a hill in our backyard and three years ago we had it covered in rock because we just didn’t have time to work on it. We’d like to do some planting in the area, but we need a small retaining wall so we’re building a line of Gabion cages and filling them with the rock:

We have two in place and likely will need about ten altogether. The cages are two feet tall by two feet wide and a foot deep. These are wire baskets that we fill with the rock covering the hill. I’ve been building the cages and Heather has been filling them with rock. It’s hard to see in the picture, but I drive rebar into each cage corner to reenforce and anchor it to the hill.

Here’s what a cage looks like before it gets filled:

It’s just fence wire that I bend and use bits of wire to hold together.

I expect this will keep us busy for a couple of more weeks. If you need me – I’ll looking for my lost wire cutters.

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Friday Wisdom – Fish

We’re having fish tacos for lunch. Here’s everything I know about fish:

Give a man a fish and he eats for a day. Teach a man to fish and he won’t bother you for days.

I can tune a violin, but I can’t tuna fish.

I’ve never seen a fish cry, but I’ve seen a whale blubber.

It’s easy to weigh fish – they have their own scales.

Fish are very smart. Well, most live in schools.

Never fight an octopus, they’re too well armed.

What is a fish without and eye? A fsh

Why do fish swim in schools? ummm, fish can’t walk.

Why did the fish get bad grades? It was below sea level.

Fish don’t play basket ball – they’re terrified of nets.

I don’t get it – why are octopus arms called tentacles when there are only eight of them?

The pizza place just hired a lobster to work at the curst station.

I saw a new film about fishing – it had a very good cast.

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