![]() For much of the past year, the lead guitarist has busied himself with the promotional cycle surrounding the self-proclaimed “Year of the Doors,” commemorating the semicentennial of the quartet’s self-titled debut and follow-up “Strange Days,” released a mere nine months apart in 1967. In the conference room, Robby Krieger remains very much alive. Jim Morrison, now dead 46 years, leers, taunts and preens from every angle. Portrait photos depict the Doors at their Aquarian zenith, shaggy and seditious, without time to wallow in the mire. Platinum and gold plaques occupy almost every square inch of available wall space. This air-conditioned shrine is consecrated with artifacts of the past and faint reminders of its perpendicular intersections with the present. ![]() Should you take 2,000 steps east, you’ll find yourself at the world-famous Whisky a Go Go, the nightclub at which the Doors reigned a half-century ago as they became the sinistral emissaries of sex and death at the center of the Summer of Love. ![]() Technically, this is the entrance to the Doors Music Co., the licensed legal corporation in a fourth-floor suite of a flavorless glass rectangle in West Hollywood. A quirk of circumstance that feels comically ordained. LOS ANGELES - The door to the Doors is numbered 420.
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