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The End opens gently with Robbys meandering guitar riffs, like a strange dawn rising, until it sweeps us along on a cathartic journey as Morrison leads us down the dark corridors of his psyche, exploring the ultimate taboo, the Oedipal fantasy of killing his father and making love to his mother.
The late Judith Malina of New Yorks experimental Living Theater recalled Morrison in an interview shortly before she passed away: Jimmy used to come to see us. He was so sexy. He picked up a lot of things from us that wound up getting him into trouble, when he started doing them on stage. (The Living Theater was forced to leave America in 1962 and was later driven out of Holland, a bastion of progressive/liberal culture at the time, and later Brazil, where many members were arrested and jailed. Jim would later bail the Living Theater out of jail in 1968 after they returned to the US and began performing once more.)
Yeah, Id say there was a similarity, definitely, Morrison said regarding the connection of his song to the Greek myth. But to tell you the truth, every time I hear that song, it means something else to me. I really dont know what I was trying to say. It just started out as a simple goodbye song, probably just to a girl, but I could see how it could be goodbye to a kind of childhood. I really dont know. I think its sufficiently complex and universal in its imagery that it could be almost anything you want it to be.
[Publius note: Used brilliantly by Coppolla in Apocalypse Now.]
Tune in next weekend for the Great American Songbook and Cole Porter.