A "summer song" is a special category of pop hit -- it has to represent the freedom of summer, the holiday, the sun, the nakedness and the potential for romance. Summer songs typically aren't freighted with deeper meanings the way "Light My Fire" is. "Get Lucky" is more typical -- easy, steamy, nothing deeper, extolling the virtues of a mindless good time. But 1967, the year "Light My Fire" was a summer hit, wasn't like any other year. Call it the "Summer of Love" if you like, but innocence was already hard into the process of being thoroughly smashed, like Grandma's best porcelain. There was a small city within a city camped out and grooving on each other at Haight-Ashbury, that's true. But the Vietnam War was also in full swing (although we weren't allowed to call it a "war. Our teachers told us the correct term was "conflict"). Race riots rocked Newark and Detroit. Malcolm X had been assassinated in 1965 and into that void stepped a militant "black power" movement. Meanwhile, young people of every kind everywhere were being routinely treated as potential threats to society.