The only time I ever walked out of a show was during a solo performance of Ray Manzarek. However, that evening made an indelible mark on me and clarified a lot of how I feel about The Doors and their legacy.
I am thankful to Ray Manzarek for the great music he left us, thankful for the fact that he was ever here to do what he did so well, and thankful for the small but indisputable thing he did for three young fans who wanted nothing more than to shake his hand.
This week, Lady Gaga births her album her way and sucks nearly all of the musical oxygen out of the room. But if you can escape the Gaga takeover, check out Joseph Arthur's transcendence and Boris' Tokyo noise.