The Doors- Riders on the Storm

This song is what I would call onomonapiac. The title of the song describes exactly what the song portrays. The Doors must have known this, and taken complete advantage of it, because a literal storm starts the song. Its not just any storm. You can almost picture the grey clouds, the soft rain, and the calming thunder, not loud enough to scare even a pup. Its that kind of fall storm where if you see anyone wearing a neon colored hat, it stands out against bright against a subtle world. Enter jungle drums; enter deep echoey bass. A train chugs along in the autumn storm somewhere in the west. The keys float over the accompaniment like leaves falling off trees into a flowing wind. The keys' slight echo sends icy shivers down my spine reminding me that winter is coming soon. Enter Jim. His voice is so deep and fitting. It is the authority. "Riders on the storm..." he sings, describing the situation the instruments have already set up. Enter western guitar, echoing what he has just said, putting us back on the train rearing down the highway.
Is this blues? Is this jazz? Is this funk? It has hints of all three. The keys are reminiscent of Miles Davis' "All Blues." But strangely, I can't listen through this whole song without somehow being reminded of Sesame Street's theme song. Maybe someone else can figure out why??? I haven't looked into it yet.
There is so much space in this music. I can look away, think, analyze, and enjoy fully without missing miss a beat. It's funk music that I find I most often have the sublime opportunity to enjoy open space in music. This song was born to be in a minor key. The eerie, cold, depressed sound that comes out would not be available in a major key. Mixing the minor with the free space and a little bit of funky stuff, all of a sudden you have a song that fits in with classics like Tom Petty's "Breakdown" and Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams."
Begin jam. The guitar makes this jam. Hahahaha, what a statement. This is clearly a keys solo, and an excellent one at that. But this jam is not about the solo. It is about the punctuation. It is about the exclamation points at the end of every phrase, supplied by a warm guitar. Its about the guitar chugging along through the solo, offering its two cents throughout, pushing the keys along, claiming to merely suggest commas, parentheses, and apostrophes, but in reality stealing every line. From the first note of the solo a tidal wave washing over us, the guitar proclaims, 'this is a gift from me to you!" The storm continues with a crack of thunder. This jam IS running through puddles.
The jam ends famously with those key notes dropping leaves back down upon us at the pavement below. Enter the song once again. A perfect A-B-A ending.