The Doors: Perception Box Set

IT'S NOT LIKE I knew any better. You're stuck in the Midwest, you look up to your significantly older brother, and then he thrusts an album into your hands that swings from German drinking songs to bluesy vamps to avant-garde Oedipal rants in the span of forty-five minutes. How else are you gonna react? And with the first stirrings of a completist streak rearing its ugly head? Forget it. The Doors stole my heart. Over time — through the strong efforts of people such as Oliver Stone, Ray Manzarek, and nearly every single music critic ever — I wrested it back. But for a brief period, they were it.