On some nights he was noisy and lewd, and on others he just practiced—-but every once in a while he would get it into his head to go out and dance with the big boys, and on a night like that he was more than special. Jim Morrison could play music with anybody.
One of these days we will get around to naming names for the real rock n’ roll Hall of Fame—-in that nervous right now realm beyond Elvis and Chuck Berry and Little Richard—-and the talk will turn to names like Bob and Mick, and to tunes like Morrison Hotel.
Play it sometime. Crank it all the way up on one of those huge obsolete wire-burning MacIntosh amps and 80 custom-built speakers. Then stand back somewhere on the mainbeams of a big log house and feel the music come up through your femurs…ho, ho…and after that you can always say, for sure, that you once knew what it was like to hear men play rock n’ roll music.
–Hunter S. Thompson, Generation of Swine, 1988