WEIRD SCENES

A strange thing happened on the way to closure. All these old connections that I figured were too lossy and frayed to be conductive started firing, and I found electricity where I expected simple clinical objectivity. The betrayal of talent that was The Soft Parade made me angry; Morrison Hotel sounded like a recovery; but we already know how the story ends. I suppose I'm familiar enough with self-destruction and death to take that ending a little personally. It's hard to sit and watch the filament blow, and I know what comes next: darkness.

Tomorrow: L.A. Woman...