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Wrinkled Old Lizard

See the fake Doors at HOB

By Patrick Williams

Published on June 26, 2008

Here's a li'l factoid for all you former Rimbaud-reading, snake-skin-boot-wearing, mushroom-munching boomer kids: Jim Morrison would have turned 65 this year. That's right, the Lizard King would be eligible for Medicare. Probably bald too. Tick-tock, former wild children. Tick-tock. Forgive the schadenfreude, boomers. It's just the bitterness of someone catching up to you in geezerhood. Truth is, if you strip away the shaman-poet-hallucinogenic hokum that's surrounded Morrison since his death at age 27 in 1971, The Doors produced some nice catchy, poppy ditties. "Hello, I Love You," "Love Her Madly" and "People Are Strange" are not exactly the words of William Blake, but they have nice hooks. (Thank you, Ray Manzarek.) But wouldn't it be nice, if you could remain ever young and hip—without dying in a Paris bathtub, that is? Wild Child, performing at 8 p.m. Saturday at the House of Blues, 2200 N. Lamar St., offers the next best thing: a spot-on, nothing-but-Doors tribute that's been reproducing the band's sound for years. It's led by Dave Brock, who nails Morrison's voice but is not, according to press accounts, nuts. At least he doesn't openly claim to be the earthly home of Morrison's celestial spirit. (That claim probably belongs to some crystal-worshipping matron in Santa Fe.) So go, boomers. Enjoy. But be careful with that acid. You're not 19 anymore. Call 214-978-BLUE for ticket info.
Sat., June 28, 8 p.m., 2008



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