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.