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Merriweather Post Pavilion, Columbia MD 30th August 1968
Merriweather Post Pavilion was an outdoor concert venue located within Symphony Woods, a 40-acre lot of preserved land
in the heart of the planned community of Columbia, Maryland with it's self contained villages.
Washington DC Evening Star
Before the concert the band did a bit of sightseeing in DC. A rare study of the band together as the spectre of LMF/Buick would fracture that forever.
30-8-1968
The Evening Sun Baltimore MD
The East Opera, The Doors. At the Merriweather Post Pavilion, Columbia, MD.
The lights go out. In the darkness, twelve neon pilot lights glow on twelve amplifiers. The disc jockey from WEAM says, “Ladies and gentlemen, The Doors.”
The spots come up and with them cascades of light pulses from flash bulbs.
“We are from the west,” says the Doors. “The world we suggest should be of a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting. The path of the sun, you know.”
But mostly they sing of the conventional preoccupations. Rock me, baby, all night long” is nothing but moon, June, croon in the year of our Lord 1968.
Their music too, is fairly conventional in many ways. For some of it’s the rhythmic principles, particularly the use of triplet patterns, it reaches back to early rock.
And the influence of shouting blues is clear.
The Doors are hard. They glory in their endless—and mindless—repetition of very simple patterns.
DONALD MINTZ Star Staff Writer
Washington DC Evening Star
31-8-1968
Merriweather Post Pavilion was an outdoor concert venue located within Symphony Woods, a 40-acre lot of preserved land
in the heart of the planned community of Columbia, Maryland with it's self contained villages.
Washington DC Evening Star
Before the concert the band did a bit of sightseeing in DC. A rare study of the band together as the spectre of LMF/Buick would fracture that forever.
30-8-1968
The Evening Sun Baltimore MD
The East Opera, The Doors. At the Merriweather Post Pavilion, Columbia, MD.
The lights go out. In the darkness, twelve neon pilot lights glow on twelve amplifiers. The disc jockey from WEAM says, “Ladies and gentlemen, The Doors.”
The spots come up and with them cascades of light pulses from flash bulbs.
“We are from the west,” says the Doors. “The world we suggest should be of a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting. The path of the sun, you know.”
But mostly they sing of the conventional preoccupations. Rock me, baby, all night long” is nothing but moon, June, croon in the year of our Lord 1968.
Their music too, is fairly conventional in many ways. For some of it’s the rhythmic principles, particularly the use of triplet patterns, it reaches back to early rock.
And the influence of shouting blues is clear.
The Doors are hard. They glory in their endless—and mindless—repetition of very simple patterns.
DONALD MINTZ Star Staff Writer
Washington DC Evening Star
31-8-1968
