50 Years Ago: The Doors Sparked Controversy On The Ed Sullivan Show When They Crossed The Line - The Infamous Performance That Infuriated Ed Sullivan!

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by Society of Rock: 

http://societyofrock.com/50-years-ago-the-doors-sparked-controversy-on-the-ed-sullivan-show-when-they-crossed-the-line/

Early into their career, legendary rock band The Doors broke onto the music scene in a massive way. Their hard hitting instrumentation and lyrical content made them a force to be reckoned with. They were provocative and controversial, to put it lightly. This was ever so evident when The Doorsappeared for the first time on The Ed Sullivan Show.

If you’re unfamiliar with The Ed Sullivan Show, here’s what you need to know. If you were in a band and played as a musical guest on The Ed Sullivan Show, the next day, you were famous. It was that simple. Case in point… The Beatles!

Now here is where the controversy comes in. In 1967, The Doors were set to play on The Ed Sullivan Show. All seemed well until Ed Sullivan told the band that they have to alter the lyrics of the song they were playing, which was “Light My Fire”, due to the sexual implications. The Doors were scrambling trying to figure out what to do. Jim Morrison assured the band not to worry. As soon as they get on stage, Jim Morrison realizes that it’s live TV and proceeds to go with the original lyric, thus going against Ed’s wishes.

Soon after the performance, Ed Sullivan bursts into their dressing screaming and cursing them out – saying that they’ll never play The Ed Sullivan Show again. To which Jim Morrison said… “But we just did…”

The Story of Bluesman Robert Johnson’s Famous Deal With the Devil Retold in Three Animations

by Josh Jones, Open Culture: 
http://www.openculture.com/2015/07/the-story-of-bluesman-robert-johnsons-famous-deal-with-the-devil-retold-in-three-animations.html

So many hugely successful and talented musicians have died at age 27 that it almost seems reasonable to believe the number represents some mystical coefficient of talent and tragedy. But several decades before Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain, or Amy Winehouse left us too soon, Robert Johnson—the man who pioneered selling one's soul for rock and roll—died in 1938, at age 27, under mysterious and likely violent circumstances. He was already a legend, and his story of meeting Satan at the crossroads to make an exchange for his extraordinary talent had already permeated the popular culture of his day and became even more ingrained after his death—making him, well, maybe the very first rock star.

Johnson's few recordings—29 songs in total—went on to influence Eric Clapton, Keith Richards, 27 clubmember Brian Jones and so many others. And that's not to mention the hundreds of Delta and Chicago blues guitarists who picked Johnson's brain, or stopped short of selling their souls trying to outplay him. But Johnson, begins the animated short above (which tells the tale of the bluesman's infernal deal) "wasn’t always such an amazing guitarist." Legend has it he "coveted the talents of Son House" and dreamed of stardom. He acquired his talent overnight, it seemed to those around him, who surmised he must have set out to the crossroads, met the devil, and "made a deal."

The rest of the story—of Robert Johnson’s fatal encounter with the jealous husband of an admirer—is a more plausible development, though it too may be apocryphal. “Not all of this may be true," says the short film's title cards, "but one thing is for certain: No Robert Johnson, No Rock and Roll." This too is another legend. Other early bluesmen like Blind Willie Johnson and Robert's hero Son House exerted similar influence on 60s blues revivalists, as of course did later electric players like Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, and B.B. King. Johnson was a phenomenal innovator, and a singular voice, but his repertoire—like those of most blues players at the time—consisted of variations on older songs, or responses to other, very talented musicians.

Most of the songs he recorded were in this vein—with at least two very notable exceptions: "Cross Road Blues" (or just "Crossroads") and "Me and the Devil Blues," both of which have contributed to the myth of Johnson's pact with Lucifer, including the part about the dark angel coming to collect his debt. In the latter song, animated in a video above, Satan comes knocking on the singer's door early in the morning. "Hello Satan," says Johnson, "I believe it's time to go." Much of what we think about Johnson's life comes from these songs, and from much rumor and innuendo. He may have been murdered, or—like so many later stars who died too young—he may have simply burned out. One blues singer who claims she met him as a child remembers him near the end of his life as "ill" and "sickly," reports the Austin Chronicle, "in a state of physical disrepair as though he'd been roughed up."

Johnson scholar Elijah Wald describes his history like that of many founders of religious sects: "So much research has been done [on Johnson] that I have to assume the overall picture is fairly accurate. Still, this picture has been pieced together from so many tattered and flimsy scraps that almost any one of them must to some extent be taken on faith." Johnson's "spiritual descendants," as Rolling Stone's David Frickecalls his rock and roll progeny, have no trouble doing just that. Nor do fans of rock and blues and other artists who find the Robert Johnson legend tantalizing.

In the film above, "Hot Tamales," animator Riccardo Maneglia adapts the myth, and quotes from "Crossroad Blues," to tell the story of Bob, who journeys to the crossroads to meet sinister voodoo deity Papa Leg, replaying Johnson's supposed rendezvous in a different religious context. In "Crossroad"'s lyrics, Johnson is actually "pleading with God for mercy," writes Frank DiGiacomo in Vanity Fair, "not bargaining with the devil." Nonetheless—legendary or not—his evocation of devilish deals in "Me and the Devil Blues" and gritty, emotional account of self-destruction in "Crossroads" may on their own add sufficient weight to that far-reaching idea: "No Robert Johnson, No Rock and Roll."