If I Hang Around
Your hair hangs down, covers your eyes
If I hang around should I sympathize?
Your hungry look, not said to despise
If I hang around should I sympathize?
And some day you're gonna think about it some more
You're gonna toss your head and remember what loving is for.
Cycle surrender detachment from what you can see
If I hang around should I make you think I would leave?
Paraffin pastel printings that you believe
If I hang around should I find future to leave?
And some day you're gonna think about it some more
You're gonna toss your head and remember what loving is for.
Super-insensitive reaching out for the sun
If I hang around should I say I've only begun?
Perceptive protection perceiving no wrong is meant done,
If I hang around should I say you're the only one?
Some day you're gonna think about it some more
You're gonna toss your head and remember what loving is for.
DISCLAIMER: The following is an imaginative interpretation of Gene Clark's 'If I Hang Around'. Accordingly, this piece is written with the intent to provoke further discussion of Clark's brilliant if, at times impenetrable, poetry, with a view towards deepening appreciation of the man and his music.
Any historical significance ascribed to the lyrics of 'If I Hang Around' is made for purposes of establishing a contextual foundation upon which possible meaning(s) for Clark's often abstruse lyrics may be undertaken.
It is, or should be, readily and implicitly understood that the author makes no claim of historical veracity for any assertions made herein, nor does he intend to besmirch or impugn the character of any person or persons, dead or alive.
Any historical significance ascribed to the lyrics of 'If I Hang Around' is made for purposes of establishing a contextual foundation upon which possible meaning(s) for Clark's often abstruse lyrics may be undertaken.
It is, or should be, readily and implicitly understood that the author makes no claim of historical veracity for any assertions made herein, nor does he intend to besmirch or impugn the character of any person or persons, dead or alive.
Romance & Ceromancy:
“If I Hang Around” (Part 2)
“If I Hang Around” (Part 2)
If one of the envisioned outcomes of Gene Clark’s tactical retreat from the limelight of The Byrds was a simpler, less complicated life, then his decision in mid 1966 to embark upon an illicit affair with Michelle Phillips of the Mamas & the Papas effectively scuppered any such plans.
That Gene suffered some kind of life-changing psychological event in the aftermath of his split from the Byrds is patently obvious. Knowing what we know today about the soul-eviscerating effects of clinical depression and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), the best place for Gene in early 1966 was, without question, a mental facility.
But instead he went to the next best place.
Something’s Wrong
Following his failure to get on that plane to New York – and its repercussions both immediate and long-term – Gene followed his instincts: he returned home to see his family in early 1966.* Perhaps if he had stayed for a longer period of time he might have rebuilt his decimated psyche, but he made the fateful decision to return to L.A. and form the Gene Clark Group.**
And it was during this time that Gene met Michelle through their mutual friend, Cyrus Faryar, of the Modern Folk Quartet, and the two embarked upon their brief romance. For Gene, battered and vulnerable, still in the throes of his post-Byrds meltdown, the timing could not have been worse. Oh, the idyllic notion of Gene and Michelle speeding through Laurel Canyon in the summer of 1966 in Steve McQueen’s old Ferrari seems like the quintessential rock fantasy, for sure. And yet, the reality appears to have been something much darker for Gene.
Reportedly wracked with guilt and shame over the relationship, Gene saw Michelle in secret (indeed, there are no published photographs of the couple together). Whatever comforts he doubtless found with Michelle were just as powerfully counteracted by the festering conflict within him, exacerbated by his fragile psychological state.
The relationship was doomed from the get-go, and yet Gene saw it through, conflicted all the while, and waited for Michelle to end it – which she did, following his controversial appearance at a Mamas and the Papas gig that June.
Bearing all these things in mind -- and for purposes of imaginatively ascribing Gene's often abstruse musings to a particular historical event in the hope of what follows will be my imaginative interpretation of the lyrics of ‘If I Hang Around’ was written in the immediate fallout of their tryst. (We’ll never know, of course, but it’s possible that songs like ‘Tried So Hard,’ ‘Think I’m Gonna Feel Better,’ and ‘Needing Someone’ reflect his feelings on the affair as well.)
‘If I Hang Around’ oozes suspicion, guilt, mistrust, disillusionment, paranoia, self-doubt and indecisiveness. In short, it captures Gene’s emotional instability at his darkest hour.
What Am I Doing Hangin’ Round?
Even the title of the song itself reflects the guilt of a still-young man indulging in adult pastimes. Employing a euphemism like “hang around” certainly sounds less offensive than something like “If I Make a Cuckold of John Phillips.” It also serves as an effort to fool himself; to downplay the seriousness of his actions.
But there is much more to the title than one might suspect. Like the best of Gene’s lyrics, there is one significant word that acts as a crucial, game-changing qualifier. Just as ‘I’ll Feel a Whole Lot Better’ had its “probably”, this song has the word “If”.
For Gene, the term “If I Hang Around” might refer to his inner torment and guilt, as if asking himself a question: “If I go through with this…”
This idea is compounded by the appearance of yet another question in the same line: “Should I sympathize?”
The first line of the song (“Your hair hangs down, covers your eyes”) suggests a certain amount of insecurity on Gene’s part. Is her head hung low out of a sadness requiring sympathy (“Should I sympathize?”). Or does the possibility exist that she knows the affair is merely a short-term diversion, a product of capricious lust, and deliberately averts her eyes to spare her own conscience? This insecurity leads him to ask once again, “Should I sympathize?” – only this time the meaning is quite different: he’s wondering whether he should bother to involve himself in someone else’s marital troubles at all.
The second verse further chronicles the woman’s changeable nature. One moment she surrenders to her passions, but just as quickly extricates herself from the situation (presumably a reference to her entrance/departure from Gene’s bedroom and subsequent return to her marital bed).
The repetitive process of surrender/detachment irks him. Clearly he feels he’s being manipulated, and so he considers fomenting his own retreat in a bid to turn the tables and make her feel insecure: “Should I make you think I would leave?”
Paraffin pastel printings
Nascent New Age notions of astrology, tarot card readings and the like certainly found favour among the Hippie counter-culture; certainly candle wax readings would have fit right into this mentality. Now picture Gene and Michelle going for one of these readings at her behest. The distain for the fortune-telling “paraffin pastel printings” is as palpable as his frustration with her unflinching belief in their accuracy. Her naïve insistence in believing in the random wax droppings leaves him wondering if this is her way of laying the foundation for their eventual breakup with a view towards absolving herself (“Should I find future to leave?”).
Musically, this song could have fit in nicely on either Younger Than Yesterday or With the Gosdin Brothers. Even as an unadorned acoustic demo, the song’s potential is palpable. Imagine Crosby’s ethereal harmonies floating atop Gene’s solemn lead, McGuinn’s softly plucked Rickenbacker, and some tender harpsichord.
Even without these elements, a sense of gloom permeates the song. For anyone, but especially a celebrity, a clandestine relationship requires forethought, secretiveness, shadows, drawn curtains and alibis. Apart from the time they spent in bed, it must have been a suffocating, claustrophobic experience for Gene.
And yet, as the final verse tells us, he chastises her for leaving their love nest for the light of day (“Super-insensitive reaching out for the sun”). It is a typical Clarkian quandary: the place that brings most happiness is a place of darkness and isolation from the outside world.
Gene’s fondness for cutting alliterative description appears again in the brilliant line, “Perceptive protection perceiving no wrong is meant done.” He believes Michelle has devised a way to detach herself from responsibility of having cheated on her husband and ended the affair. She believes she is able to protect her reputation and maintain her self-respect simply because all the while she meant no harm to anyone, not John Phillips nor Gene. She has granted herself absolution and left Gene holding the bag.
In a final, desperate plea to salvage a hopeless situation, he wonders if offering his troth might somehow forestall the inevitable (“If I hang around, should I say you’re the only one?”). But by putting it in the form of a question, it appears even he remains unconvinced of what he’s saying. He’s asked yet another in a series of questions instead of making a convincing statement.
The two-line chorus seems to be little more than an empty kiss-off, an impotent threat, which in effect says, “I’m going to haunt you. You’re going to remember these days and regret having ended it”:
“Someday you’re gonna think about it some more
You’re gonna toss your head and remember what loving is for.”
But the “it” of the chorus might just as easily refer to their passionate moments of intimacy. She will of course move on to other lovers, but at some future time, when alone in private thoughts of sexual reminiscence, she will think of him and lament the loss of their relationship, notwithstanding the prophecies written in candle wax.
And so while I made the earlier assertion that ‘If I Hang Around’ reveals its author as suspicious, guilty, mistrustful, disillusioned, paranoid and indecisive, he somehow evinces remarkable insight in the intricate workings of their relationship.
‘If I Hang Around’ is further evidence that while Gene was burdened with the debilitating effects of his still-fresh despair following his departure from the Byrds, he could always turn to his music and poetry as a means of explaining the mysterious complexities of romantic relationships with remarkable lucidity and intense passion.
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*There is something incredibly moving about this act of retreat. I suggest you re-read the quote from Rick Clark in the Einarson book about this period, as he explains it with the knowledge only a brother could possess.
**The Gene Clark Group was, like the Sings for You demos, the musical embodiment of Gene’s indecisiveness during this period: He had no concrete vision for the band, nor was he able to express what he wanted from Chip, Joel and Bill.
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