Today I heard the Doors “Hello, I Love You, Won’t You Tell Me Your Name?” for the first time in decades.
Talk about your skivvy songs. If anyone approached me like that, my creep-o-meter would register about a million, my self-defense would go into overtime, and I’d be looking for the nearest cop.
“Skeevy.” “Skivvy” means “underwear.”
Although a song about underwear would probably be kind of skeevy.
lets see…it was the height of the 60’s, Morrison was in his early twenties, he was in LA. He perfectly expresses what its like to pass an unapproachably beautiful woman. Not skeevy at all.
I recently rewatched “Cool Hand Luke”, and had very little sympathy for him as I watched him make one bad decision after another.
I thought thiseven before Alexi Sayle said it.
In real life, I’ve met a few bikers. Some of them were “outlaw” bikers. None of them have been as cool as Peter Fonda, or even as cool as Fonzie.
As I get older, I find myself rooting for the Coyote to catch the Roadrunner. In Tom & Jerry cartoons, I think Jerry is at least as big a jerk as Tom. And I think Bambi would make delicious steaks.
Animal House. The older I get, the more sympathy I have for Dean Wormer.