Post by darkstar3 on Feb 8, 2011 19:12:32 GMT
HULLABALOO
October 1967
The Doors In New York
The Doors were in New York for the third time for some concerts and a three week gig at Steve Paul’s Scene. It was not quite the same as their two previous trips to New York. Last fall, when they were playing here for the first time, they were virtually unknown except to the innermost circles of hippies and groupies. Early in the spring, when they returned, their album had been released and was a big underground item – big enough to keep it in the national charts around number 100 and big enough to keep the club in which they were playing chock-full of the in crowd every night.
But now we were in the midst of a Doors boom. Their album and single were number one on the West Coast, and the week prior to their arrival in New York, both had jumped about thirty points (which is very fantastic) on the national charts. In three weeks, they would be Top 10, album and single, and no new group since The Monkees had seen their first albums go Top 10. We were transporting, in our limousine from Newark, daisies and superstars – and we all knew it.
Even while they were here, the phenomenon was growing bigger. Everyone came to see them, and I arrived at the Scene one night to find Jim Morrison and Paul Newman talking about the title song for a movie which Newman was planning to produce. And when I called the directors of the Central Park Music Festival to arrange for passes for The Doors to the Paul Butterfield concert, I was told to have them enter the theater one at a time or they would be in danger of being rushed. Which I told them – but they came in together anyhow and were rushed and loved it. If they had stayed another week, they would have needed bodyguards. Their exit was well timed; the day after they left, we had a request to use The Doors in a singing deodorant commercial and I think everyone was relieved not to have to make a decision about that offer.
The Doors played their last set at The Scene on a Saturday night. At 3 am, when all the paying customers had left, Steve Paul locked us all in and gave a party for the boys, who had been the biggest draw in the history of his club. And on his part, Steve had been a good and groovy employer; I remember John asking Jim why he (Jim) would get to the Scene so well in advance of the time they had to perform, and Jim answering, “Well, I like to hang around Steve Paul and listen to him rap. He’s funny.” Anyhow, there was a case of champagne for the closing night party, and it didn’t matter that it wasn’t quite chilled because everyone was happy, slappy, and tired, and it was a beautiful party. Robbie did his imitation of a shrimp, and Jim found something lying on the floor which looked like a balloon but wasn’t, so he blew it up and let it go, whereupon it landed in Ingrid Superstar’s champagne glass, which made Jim laugh, and everyone loved each other without any uptightness. It would be good if everything the Doors ever have to do ends so nicely.
END.
October 1967
The Doors In New York
The Doors were in New York for the third time for some concerts and a three week gig at Steve Paul’s Scene. It was not quite the same as their two previous trips to New York. Last fall, when they were playing here for the first time, they were virtually unknown except to the innermost circles of hippies and groupies. Early in the spring, when they returned, their album had been released and was a big underground item – big enough to keep it in the national charts around number 100 and big enough to keep the club in which they were playing chock-full of the in crowd every night.
But now we were in the midst of a Doors boom. Their album and single were number one on the West Coast, and the week prior to their arrival in New York, both had jumped about thirty points (which is very fantastic) on the national charts. In three weeks, they would be Top 10, album and single, and no new group since The Monkees had seen their first albums go Top 10. We were transporting, in our limousine from Newark, daisies and superstars – and we all knew it.
Even while they were here, the phenomenon was growing bigger. Everyone came to see them, and I arrived at the Scene one night to find Jim Morrison and Paul Newman talking about the title song for a movie which Newman was planning to produce. And when I called the directors of the Central Park Music Festival to arrange for passes for The Doors to the Paul Butterfield concert, I was told to have them enter the theater one at a time or they would be in danger of being rushed. Which I told them – but they came in together anyhow and were rushed and loved it. If they had stayed another week, they would have needed bodyguards. Their exit was well timed; the day after they left, we had a request to use The Doors in a singing deodorant commercial and I think everyone was relieved not to have to make a decision about that offer.
The Doors played their last set at The Scene on a Saturday night. At 3 am, when all the paying customers had left, Steve Paul locked us all in and gave a party for the boys, who had been the biggest draw in the history of his club. And on his part, Steve had been a good and groovy employer; I remember John asking Jim why he (Jim) would get to the Scene so well in advance of the time they had to perform, and Jim answering, “Well, I like to hang around Steve Paul and listen to him rap. He’s funny.” Anyhow, there was a case of champagne for the closing night party, and it didn’t matter that it wasn’t quite chilled because everyone was happy, slappy, and tired, and it was a beautiful party. Robbie did his imitation of a shrimp, and Jim found something lying on the floor which looked like a balloon but wasn’t, so he blew it up and let it go, whereupon it landed in Ingrid Superstar’s champagne glass, which made Jim laugh, and everyone loved each other without any uptightness. It would be good if everything the Doors ever have to do ends so nicely.
END.