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Stoned Immaculate: The Music of the Doors, of course, is a high-profile, platinum artists tribute project that, in more sensitive hands, really should never have happened. Yet as far as tributes go, this one has an irresistible hook: The three surviving Doors not only gave it their blessings, they played on most of the cuts, becoming temporary members of the participants' bands. And to be fair, producer Ralf Sall's idea to have artists who were theoretically influenced by the Doors interpret the music, amid a sequenced sonic narrative that includes some of Jim Morrison's poetry reworked to create quasi-new material (à la An American Prayer), seems sincere in intent, if ultimately flawed in its execution. An accompanying episode of VH1's Storytellers, which first aired on November 26 (and has repeatedly ever since), yielded similar results in which Ray Manzarek, John Densmore and Robby Krieger ably spun tales and performed their most memorable tunes -- the latter with guest vocalists eagerly slumming from/shilling for Stoned Immaculate, also with mixed results.
On the plus side, the unquestioned hero of the whole shebang is Days of the New's Travis Meeks, who absolutely nails Morrison's vibe without aping his mannerisms. On "L.A. Woman," he celebrates the grand old dame's humor and decadence with gritty vigor, while on "The End," his deft grasp of what is admittedly a slippery sonic reptile borders on the astonishing. This was even more obvious on the VH1 broadcast, where at times Meeks seemed to be in a trance; accompanied by the Doors and a pair of percussionists, he deployed an Eastern-tinged arrangement (Krieger adding a cool sitar sound from his guitar) and steered the tune over dynamic crests and emotional plateaus, drawing spontaneous howls and applause and even a few astonished looks from Manzarek. (Meeks, appearing drained at the end, got a well-deserved standing ovation.)
Not counting a pair of reasonably interesting sonic montages that the Doors and Sall assembled behind Morrison's poetry, lyrics and raps ("The Cosmic Movie," "Under Waterfall"), high points of the tribute include Smash Mouth, with an unexpectedly anarchic "Peace Frog"; The Cult doing a sleazily malevolent "Wild Child"; Stone Temple Pilots serving up a ripping "Break On Through" (admittedly, not that hard to do); and crusty old William S. Burroughs, on a "new" track called "Is Everybody In?," sardonically reciting lyric non sequiturs over Morrison backing tracks and assorted riffs and samples courtesy of the Doors and producer Sall. Similarly, the VH1 show was intermittently viewable. As per the Storytellers format, the three Doors took turns introducing songs via anecdotes relating to their origins, even answering a few softball questions from the audience (hey, whattaya know, "Mr. Mojo Risin'" is an anagram for "Jim Morrison"!). Vocally speaking, in addition to Meeks, STP's Scott Weiland and the Cult's Ian Astbury gamely mounted their best bulging-neck-veins-and-dark-glasses Morrison impressions, acquitting themselves quite convincingly.
Creed vocalist Scott Stapp, however, is a troubling study. On the one hand, it's hard to criticize the motives or persona of a "Christian" (Stapp even has the big hair/big boobs evangelist's wife to go with the title), but jeez, he just seems opportunistic, shamelessly copping Morrison's moves and vocal inflections, both on record ("Riders on the Storm" is needlessly cartoonish) and onstage at VH1 (does he wear those leather pants everywhere?).
Other moments on Stoned Immaculate are of the "what were they thinking?" variety, most notably the ad-hoc call-and-response session between John Lee Hooker and a tape of Jim Morrison doing "Roadhouse Blues"; Natalie and Nat King Cole it ain't, and John Lee, buddy, it's time to retire that "you-you-you" shtick. Manzarek, Densmore and Krieger no doubt got a kick out of rerecording "Love Her Madly" with Bo Diddley, but honestly, Bo's Burundi beat doesn't always graft cleanly upon every song in the universe. Oleander doing "Hello I Love You" sounds more like David Cassidy doing "I Think I Love You." Perry "Mr. Screechy" Farrell, Exene Cervenka and Jimbo in a poetry slam called "Children of the Night"? Stop the car, I'm getting out! Aerosmith putting the Steve Tyler lip lock on "Love Me Two Times"? Twice today, baby -- in an elevator, and going down.
Bottom line: a win and lose proposition for Doors fans. If money's tight, get someone to dub you a tape of the VH1 special. The Doors don't need your cash.
Meanwhile, The Best of the Doors, a European release, is aimed directly at your wallet. It comes elaborately packaged, but, as its 17 cuts don't include "When the Music's Over," a better consumer choice would be the 19-track, two-CD U.S. set also titled The Best of the Doors. Or seek out the recent Canadian double-disc collection (again, same name) boasting a whopping 36 tracks plus two bonuses, a Morrison-less Doors trio doing "Mosquito" (from the justly maligned '72 album Full Circle) and an enhanced portion featuring the "Roadhouse Blues" video.