Dear Editor, Re: the passing of Iron Butterfly bassist Lee Dorman: In the mid-Eighties, Iron Butterfly played at Liberty Lunch, where I basically lived for a year. The band played its first set without bowing to the audience's screams for “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida." The band played the second set, and again no "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida.” By then, the audience was rabid. They played the encore, and still no "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida." By then, it's well after 2am, the lights go out, and the audience is screaming for blood. Then, over the racket and the screams, you hear the unmistakable first chords of "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida." The crowd exploded into the wildest dancing, moaning, and just general mayhem. Though, like most of the great concerts I've seen, I don't remember the specifics, I swear it was the one-hour version of "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida.” By the time it was over, the band was exhausted. The crowd was dazed. It was one of those magic moments in time and just thinking about it has the hair standing up on my arms. Rest in peace, Lee. You earned it. Your music will live on.