Nothing against the song itself, but during the late 60s I was living in an apartment in Seattle's University District, and I had a next door neighbor who played electric guitar (which he insisted on cranking up to overload, a la Jimi Hendrix. After an interminable amount of time hearing him practice Jose Feliciano's hit record "Light My Fire," I had just about had it. The guy had absolutely no sense of rhythm. After hearing his arrhythmic attempts at "Come on, baby, light my fire" for what seemed like several hours a day for several weeks, I was right on the verge of buying an army surplus flame thrower and granting what seemed to be his fondest wish.

But suddenly everything went quiet over there. It may have been that his downstairs neighbor came up and pulled the plug. On his amplifier or on him personally, I don't know.

I didn't inquire.

Blessed, blessed peace!

Don Firth