When I was about 10 years old, around 1965, I was camping at Grand Haven, Mich. with my friends and one girl's parents. My friend's half brother was a record producer and was in from LA with his some of his other producer buddies and we were hanging around these cooler older guys (trying not to be annoying) when my friend's brother Jack said to the other guys "Hey, there's this funky little band with this crazy keyboard player and lead singer who are just outasight. You gotta hear em. They call themselves The Doors".
True story.