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Admittedly we have two of the all-time greats of what remains my favorite epoch of rock music.
But the Airplane wins, mainly because they kept growing at a time that Jimbo was already obviously losing it. I strenuously disagree with the post above claiming that Morrison was always in control. The whole point of that Rimbaudesque "systematic derangement of the senses" he was trying for was to shut down the superego and let the inner poetry out of the subconscious, but by definition that means to be out of control. And he was known to be a dangerous drunk; he'd get rowdy, start fights, etc. The time (maybe more than once?) Ray had to sing was because Jim overindulged and passed out. Curiously, the instance I know about was on tour in Europe with the Airplane opening up for them.
If Jim hadn't died in Paris, but continued to write crap like "Let us lament for the death of my cock," nowadays he'd be a far greater embarrassment than even the depths to which the Starship sank when Balin and Kantner were no longer around. As it was, despite its high points, half of the L.A. Woman album is rubbish.
The Airplane were hardly immune to drug-addled self-indulgence, but with more viewpoints around (plus further critiques from friends and allies like Jerry Garcia and David Crosby) they left more of their silliest ideas on the cutting room floor.
Sorry, this should be a better critique, but I guess it's too early in the morning for heavy thinking. I'm gonna fall back on an album-by-album comparison:
The Doors vs. Jefferson Airplane Takes Off-- point Doors.
Strange Days vs. Surrealistic Pillow-- tie. But note that the Doors have already peaked, and the Airplane are still evolving.
Waiting for the Sun vs. After Bathing at Baxter's-- point Airplane. There's maybe two songs on the Doors record that approach the level of *every song* on the Airplane's, no matter how dated and naive all that airy-fairy hippie twaddle seems nowadays.
Soft Parade vs. Crown of Creation-- I'll be *really* generous to the Doors and score this a tie. The zeitgeist was at this point bigger than both of them, what with the war resistance and the chaos in Chicago; 1968 was when everything got seriously out of kilter.
Morrison Hotel vs. Bless Its Pointed Little Head-- point Airplane.
L.A. Woman vs. Volunteers-- I prefer the Airplane's hopeful attitude that we can be together to the Doors' solipsistic pessimism, although subsequent events showed that the Doors were correct. At this remove the two records seem like complementary sides of one huge anachronism. Tie.
I think Jefferson Airplane wins. Your mileage may vary.
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