Feel Good, Friday. Get a Real Good Feel.

There seems to have been a whole period of time where songwriting consisted of inventing a name for a girl–Mony, Sloopy, etc.–and then singing a song about how much you love her, you know love her.

And so, even though I think Sloopy could not be a stupider name if it tried, I still love “Hang on Sloopy.”  I think that line “Sloopy, let your hair down, girl, let it hang down on me” is a revelation.

And here’s a version that… Well… involves sheep.  It’s safe for work, but you’re still going to be mad at me.

Here is, we should just all admit, the same song, but written better:

And I’m sorry.  I know the world is split between people who love The Doors and people who hate The Doors and it is traumatic to discover that you have landed at the blog of a person who loves The Doors.  And Jim Morrison is everything you say he is–over-indulgent, often sings like he’s half asleep or about to wander off and maybe not come back, and a damn dirty hippie–but his voice just does it for me.  Does it.  And, I contend, there’s some interesting stuff going on with the drums and organ, even if you can’t appreciate the appeal of Morrison.

And speaking of revelatory, check out what Patti Smith does with the same framework.  I admit, though, that I’m often confused when I hear people talking about this being some kind of quintessential punk anthem.  That, to me, is not at all what this song is about.  I guess we don’t have any great lesbian feminist anthems because people keep co-opting them.  Ha.  I feel like I should warn some of you, but just be brave.  If you can get past the unsettling rejection of Jesus, the sex goes down pretty easy.  Ha ha ha.

9 thoughts on “Feel Good, Friday. Get a Real Good Feel.

  1. I know the world is split between people who love The Doors and people who hate The Doors and it is traumatic to discover that you have landed at the blog of a person who loves The Doors.

    I would add something of a truism here – that people who now actively hate The Doors, in point of fact, used to actlively love The Doors, so you’re often dealing with the same population.

    I’m relatively indifferent to them now, but there was a time that I went out of my way to pay attention to the pomp, the polemics, the pose, the POOOOEEETRY… and now I think, “gak.” But I can still rattle off chapter & verse from “When The Music’s Over.” They were a much, much better band to my 17-year-old ears.

    Contemporary example: Nirvana. Their “respect v. time” curve dropped precipitously in post-mortem. I’m sure there are those who still flock to the Cobain personality cult.

    I’m holding out for the saturation point on Dave Matthews Band, but I know I’m far from unanimous in that opinion.

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  3. Nirvana is an interesting example. I was an enormous Nirvana fan as a youngster. I credit them with delivering to me that “There is a big world where weird people are celebrated” discovery every young weird person need to make in order to survive. I think I own everything they ever recorded.

    But I never listen to them anymore. Haven’t in a decade at least. The other day, I heard “Lithium” on the radio and I was like, “God, you know, this is a really great song, even this many years later.” And then it was over and I had no desire to hear more.

    I kind of don’t know what to make of that. I think they’re a great band, but, yeah, I guess there’s something about being 17 that has to be factored in. I just don’t have that same urge to hear them.

  4. Andy, that’s funny, because back in the day I used to loathe the Doors with such a passion (I considered them complete poseurs, plus exhibitionist assholes) but today I can allow that they had a couple of decent dumb songs before they started to think they were smart.

    B, I can’t believe you would equate “Hang On, Sloopy” with “Gloria.” One of them is perfectly fun but never moves out of its comfortable groove, while the other is urgently seeking — even in its harmonics — to break through to transcendence. They aren’t the same song, any more than “I stayed home” and “I went on a journey” are the same story.

  5. Well, they make me giggle, so fair enough!

    NM, in all fairness I did not equate them. I said one was clearly better than the other. I see them being superficially the same, though, with one being a fun song that comes close to almost being about something vaguely transcendent with the other being a near transcendent song that is vaguely fun.


  6. Hee. Husband o’mine brought a huge stack of Doors CDs to the marriage, but they remain largely untouched, mostly because I find Jim Morrison really, really funny.

    I mean, who could take him seriously after he belted out “Mr. Mojo Risin'”? Can I holler out anagrams of my name and people will think I’m rock personified?

    I totally agree with you on the Nirvana thing. And never could have articulated it.


  7. This is one of those dumb comments that I leave places when I’m in a really good mood, so sorry for the lack of depth.

    But I have to say that I first heard “Touch Me” when I was 13 years old. I immediately wanted to have sex with anyone. That was the first time that feeling happened to me.

    So, yeah. Love The Doors, even though they are a bit ridiculous. But when you think hard on it, so is sex. So it works out just fine for me.

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