R.I.P., Ray Manzarek

A bit of Doors trivia for you: The band did not include a bass player — onstage, Ray Manzarek provided bass lines via his left hand, using a Fender Rhodes piano bass. Bon voyage, Ray.

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10 Responses to “R.I.P., Ray Manzarek”

  1. Patrick O'Brien Says:

    Every time I hear that I think of Martin Sheen and Marlon Brando. The horror, the horror………….See ya Ray.

  2. Steve O Says:

    “Of course, we nailed it,” a cheerful Mr. Manzarek said. “Ooh, that band is tight. When my left hand locked in with Densmore’s kick drum, I could just feel it. I’ve said this before, but one of my biggest regrets was that I never got to see the Doors. I never got to experience that tightness from the audience.”

    • Steve O Says:

      In an era of Rick and excess, dude was married for 45 years. Lived about twice as long as Mr Mojo Rising, but still …

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Man, I played their debut album until the needle cut right through the grooves and the disc unspooled into one long vinyl line, piling up on the floor in front of the stereo. And I wondered why I kept having problems with my parents. Could it have been the relentless, raucous music issuing from my room at all hours? Nawwwwww. …

  3. khal spencerk Says:

    Every time I hear that song, I want to break out a joint and a bottle of bourbon. Its haunting.

    • khal spencerk Says:

      This is the end
      Beautiful friend
      This is the end
      My only friend, the end

      Of our elaborate plans, the end
      Of everything that stands, the end
      No safety or surprise, the end
      I’ll never look into your eyes…again

      Can you picture what will be
      So limitless and free
      Desperately in need…of some…stranger’s hand
      In a…desperate land

      Lost in a Roman…wilderness of pain
      And all the children are insane
      All the children are insane
      Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

      There’s danger on the edge of town
      Ride the King’s highway, baby
      Weird scenes inside the gold mine
      Ride the highway west, baby

      Ride the snake, ride the snake
      To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
      The snake is long, seven miles
      Ride the snake…he’s old, and his skin is cold

      The west is the best
      The west is the best
      Get here, and we’ll do the rest

      The blue bus is callin’ us
      The blue bus is callin’ us
      Driver, where you taken’ us

      The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
      He took a face from the ancient gallery
      And he walked on down the hall
      He went into the room where his sister lived, and…then he
      Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
      He walked on down the hall, and
      And he came to a door…and he looked inside
      Father, yes son, I want to kill you
      Mother…I want to…fuck you

      C’mon baby, take a chance with us
      C’mon baby, take a chance with us
      C’mon baby, take a chance with us
      And meet me at the back of the blue bus
      Doin’ a blue rock
      On a blue bus
      Doin’ a blue rock
      C’mon, yeah

      Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

      This is the end
      Beautiful friend
      This is the end
      My only friend, the end

      It hurts to set you free
      But you’ll never follow me
      The end of laughter and soft lies
      The end of nights we tried to die

      This is the end

  4. md anderson Says:

    Hmm. Must not have had the correct chip installed to enjoy them. Of course two years of a neighbor in college who played The Doors, full volume, at 3 freakin’ o’clock in the morning will put anyone off. Still can’t hear “LA Woman” without getting an eye twitch.

  5. grumbly oldguy Says:

    “Fresh Air” on NPR had areplay of a great interview with RM a few nights ago….

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