Doop – Doop
It’s March 1994 and i’m helping to set up at our “end of rag week” ball. As usual there are twice as many people as are actually needed due to being able to get in for nowt if you do a bit of humping and shifting. Both the ents and rag gangs (separate, yet overlapping) were pretty much, to a person, INDIE, one might even go as far as to say PROPER INDIE (with maybe like three dance kids). And yet, and yet, about every five minutes, one of us without fail would start humming or whistling or quietly singing to ourselves “doo-de-ah doo-de-ah doodoodoo” without even realising until someone went “GAH, THAT BLUDY SONG AGAIN!!!” and then five minutes later it would be them whistling it. Honestly, it went on all day. The sound engineer, who was a truly miserable bastard having spent ten years on the road with hawkwind (and had the track marks to prove it), was beside himself, because we just couldn’t stop doing it. I’m sure that Doop was not one of the songs discussed on How Pop Songs Work the other month, but it clearly was very very effective somehow…
Blimey, for a three minute song, it goes on a bit, eh?